Reports of My Death......

I'm not yet in a position to write anything original but, to prove that I am not quite dead, here is a salutary warning for those of you, like me, who dream of flying to the sun.
It comes from Spike Milligan and is dedicated, particularly, to The Bird Watcher and Ziggi:

Silly Old Baboon by Spike Milligan

There was a baboon
Who one afternoon
Said I think I will fly to the sun
So with two great palms
Strapped to his arms
He started his take-off 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
The soles of his feet caught fire.
As he went through a stream
There were great clouds of steam
But he 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.