Peter Pickle had desired a picnic

With all of his friends

And all of the women

 

He shouted “Hear ye!”

Yonder beyond the river

Where he found all his friends

With a bottle of liquor

 

“Why have a picnic when thou can have a banquet?”

So they brought lots of tables

And long white blankets

 

There was nothing to sit on

So they made do with stumps

Carving them into stools

With only a sock

 

So they all brought some stuff:

Some bread, some dishes, some women

They started to sit down

Till they all got a shooken

 

Twas the stools that had started it

This big picnic panic

With their splinters just stabbing

Everyone in bad places

 

Peter Pickle said “please”

Just among all the chaos

The desperate attempt at peace

Had failed when this attempt

 

A woman ate the bread

Which was made out of bone

Two dogs eager to taste

Were biting the crumbs on her clothes

 

Someone shouted “Dear gosh!”

As a knight finally came

He inquired who was at fault for this chaotic place

 

Twas Peter Pickle who suffered the cost

Of wanting a picnic

With only his friends

And all of the women