I could barely ride a horse,
And that became the source,
Of the terrifying course the day would take,
The boss said to ride around a bit,
Showed me how to mount and sit,
But, he told me bugger all about the snake.
The year was forty-four, near the end of the Second World War,
There were many things we learnt to do without,
There was one particular can, we didn't want in our tiny hands
And it contained the dreaded Brussels Sprout .
Genial Johnny was a showman,
With a tent variety show,
Magic acts and animals,
Well known out on the road.
He had lions and some ponies,
Plus monkeys, quite a few,
The lord of all these primates,
Was an olive King baboon.