Sous Mon Baobab | Moulin Roty

Sitting under my baobab
That reaches high into the sky,
The savannah gently wakes…

Paprika, the lion
Gambles through the tall grass.
Bibiscus, the giraffe
Frolics with her friends.
Bergamote, the elephant
Listens to the wind singing through the leaves.

Sitting under my baobab
Everyone gathered around as the sun sets,
The stars begin to twinkle gently
As the friends drift gradually off to sleep…