"The African Adventure of the Baker's Dozen" Sam Keavy, 1998   Of all exotic places where a group of folks should meet In Nairobi, Kenya, not exactly your Main Street A group of Yankee travellers braving the heat But glad to be away from winter's ice and sleet.   No sooner do we land and rest, we're on our way again To board a single engine plane no bigger than a wren We fly about an hour with bubbles in the belly Our guide, young Cosmas, sez', "We're in the Amboseli".   From the Amboseli we're off again in Rovers Six of us in each van yelling "move over" Finally we cross the border into Tanzania Oops! a stomach growl, could that be diarrhea?   We stop in arusha for a hearty lunch Then on to Manyara, a really sorry bunch The road, a devil's trap, an awful bump and crunch It makes you feel like you've been hit by Satan's wicked punch.   Then on to Ngorongoro Crater in great anticipation But first a stop for lunch at a coffee plantation On and on we drive getting very black and blue What makes it all worthwhile is Ngorongoro's view.   A day in the crater is full of wondrous sights A plethora of oohs! and aah! and just a touch of fright The battle of nature's balance of survival for life Was shown to us vividly in terms of beauty and strife.   Then off to Serengeti's plains that never seem to end So, vast, so beautiful, so hard to comprehend Soon the rumors fly and suddenly we know Our ever alert leader has forgotten all his clothes.   Our magical adventure continues on and on To the Masai Mara at the crack of dawn Like birds we fly on wings hell-bent To find we will spend three nights in canvas tents?   It's 6:00 a.m. on an early morn We're soon to be balloon airborne Our guide poor Cosmas says,"Alas Your beautiful balloon is out of gas!"   At last our journey nears its close Free from all our ails and woes We'll board our planes with all our goods We spent two weeks with Tiger Woods!