Silly Old Baboon

There was a baboon
 Who one afternoon
 Said I think I will fly to the sun
 So with great palms
 Strapped to his arms
 He started his takeoff run
 Mile after mile
 He galloped in style
 But never once left the ground
 You're going too slow said a passing crow
 Try reaching the speed of sound
 So he put on a spurt
 My God how it hurt
 Both the soles of his feet caught on fire
 As he went through a stream
 There were great clouds of steam
 But he still never got any higher
 On and on through the night
 Both his knees caught alight
 Clouds of smoke billowed out of his rear
 Quick to his aid
 Were the fire brigade
 They chased him for over a year
 Many moons passed by
 Did Baboon ever fly
 Did he ever get to the sun?
 I've just heard today,
 He's well on his way
 He'll be passing through Acton at one.
 PS – Well, what do you expect from a baboon