The Road to Dundrum

I forgot the ice creams, which gave me bad dreams

So I’ll have to do better today

Any signs of dissent or tiny event

Will have to be rhymed straight away.

It’s called a 99, cause Italy at the time

Made the best ice cream you can get

And the King, said Den, had 99 men

The most tenuous reason yet.

Dundalk’s streets are mazy, Mark’s guidance is crazy

But we race to Greenore just like that

When we get to the Mournes, our local man warns

You’ll wish you were back on the flat.

We leave the EU to skies of blue

And my spirits begin to rally

It great to be, where they sweep to the sea

And soon we’re in Silent Valley.

We stop for some scran then ride round the dam

Right up to the top by Ben Crom

Then round by the Trassey where the views are so classy

I’m really chuffed to have come.