If it is fairy stories...
You should need...
Then the Quantock heroic deeds...
Are bound to please...
In Lime street Nether Stowey...
You will find Coleridge at home....
Just a stone's throw...
From the Mariners tale...
Slow down for the fluffy clouds...
As you cross the Quantocks...
In a medieval frock...
While singing Queen's rock...
So don't stop me now...
As we make a supersonic man out of you...
Playing in your blue suede shoes...
Follow the winding road...
From Dunster Castle to Devon plaster...
Which will make you howl with laughter...
While Cleeve Abbey...
Is very happy...
To light your fire with desire...
On the Road to Williton...
Is a parish...
Dedicated to Saint Decuman.
Who presided...
Over the marriage...
Of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere...
Alfoxton House...
Is as quiet as a mouse.
As a foot path...
Leads to the roof of wolves.
Where Wordsworth lyrical ballads...
"Upon smooth Quantock's airy ridge we roved"
Is to be adored in a storm...
Through the woods do you roam...
Two friends of flowing streams...
Ivy clad words...
Remains to your names...
Framed like Platypus Ducks...
Swimming together...
As light as feathers in heaven...
Fairies of the night...
Take flight...
Along the Quantock trails...
Such pleasant walks...
For these high flying poet hawks.
The Duke of Wellington...
Victorious battle at Cadiz...
Is so impressed upon the Blackdown Hills.
Such thrills...
For the folks of the Squirrel Inn.
