Ugh. The worst thing about picnics (yes, even above ants and yellow jackets) is the inevitable idiot with a boombox on max playing some obnoxious tune (and they are all obnoxious when played with a boombox on max) so that you have to yell to talk over it.
Picnic. Outside. Nice food and drink. Nice breezes and bird song. And a baseball bat to chase away the idiot with the boombox. Now, that’s a picnic!
Definitely Teddy Bear Picnic. See conandlibrarian above for Gerry Garcia version. I heard a livelier version every Saturday morning on the RADIO as a prelude to a kids program. Pre-TV. YES, I’m OLD. It’s a good thing.