| Show THE PICNIC Birmingham This Is the picnic time When merry parties partes of o children Making a most unearthly racket Climb aboard the trolley toley cars And nd hie them to the parks pak Where they fan fall Into the te water water Bruise their little persons Smear jam on their faces Take countless countess risky tumbles And keep their mothers on the te jump Woe to him of ot male persuasion Who ho has the nerve to go along alan The part he plays is awful Tugging about the baskets Being a sort of ot Handy Andy AndyA A good goo thing and ad a willing worker While he mops his face and wishes He were miles mies and miles mies away From that particular spot Resting by his lonesome Ants the luncheon Flies Fles walk through the butter buter Blithely walk through the butter butter Which Is soft soU enough to swim In Sand gets In the sandwiches Somebody spills a a pie Comes a shower Then more sun hotter than ever Fiftysix hats hat are lost lost Ten dozen babies cry cr Do you call cal that pleasure Tommyrot and fiddlesticks Give Ghe me a snowwhite table Beneath Beneat a buzzing tan fan The spoons and knives and forks fork in order orderA A frisky bill bi of o tare fare And a nimble waiter waler Who ho Is out to earn his money Let others other pine for tor scenes bucolic Ill II picnic In town |