The Yim Yam Tree
The flying fish flew in the sky’s so blue
Above the land of the Yim Yam Tree
There were frogs dancing on logs in clogs
To humming bird’s that sang out of key
Tall giraffe’s sat cross legged reading the telegraph
And never a cross word was spoken
When drunken bees slurred their A’s, B’s and C’s
Because their buzz machine was broken
The Arctic Fox wore blue and red socks
Further north of a line of Yim Yam Tree’s
Where Polar Bears sailed by on Glacier mints
Blown by a south westerly breeze
The crying cross eyed crooning croc
Sang before judges one, two, three
Found himself before a jury, in a doc
After eating the judges for his tea
Soldier ants wearing lederhosen pants
Scrambled through a Yim Yam Tree in decay
Using spiders web ropes, singing army chants
Met up with spiders who wanted to play
A suntanned Zebra was always first by the pool
Placing his black and white towel on his bed
Being camouflaged ended his poolside rule
When a rather large hippo sat on his head
Growing in the patchwork fields are cantaloupe
Bearing fruit that has the flavour like brie
You can hear the sweet song of the Antelope
Beneath the bowers of the Yim Yam Tree
© Phil Golding 12/08
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