It was a time before humans
Had rubbed their muddy eyes
When all about the mountain tops
Was filled with apple pies.
Not everyone believes this,
Historians turn their ears, but
I’ll tell it anyway, just to
Alleviate your fears.
The day was wet and windy,
Not a dry eye in the cave,
When two opposing teams of lemur
Began the Mexican wave.
Now I know Mexico wasn’t invented
So early after tea
But I couldn’t describe the action else
You’d not know where I’d be.
Therefore paws went up to Bramley,
The apple not the place,
Who ran like hell, behind the shell
Of a lobster and a plaice.
Through fields of gold and silver
They sprinted like a Bolt
Their feet and fins all blistered
Beyond the narrators fault.
Until it was they realised as
They patted down their knees
That just like bread their mind will rise
Wherever monkeys sneeze.
And from that day, they all do say,
The ones that stifle sighs,
Streams ran with custard for
The mountains filled with pies.