Pop the cork, champagne glasses; On the grass, we place our arses.
As we sip, we share a toast; Toasted bread, ’cause you’re the host.
Bread crumbs, picnic rug; Marching ants, coffee mug.
Opened beans from a can; Baking Beans, I’m such a fan.
Plastic spoons, beans on toast. Packet marshmallows soon to roast.
For dessert we have some rum; Spiky grass, itchy bum.