The Road to Whixall

There’s a hawthorn sticky mix

On nearly every route he picks, 

But the twigs of Whixall Moss

And the havoc that they cause
Are sure to make you cross, all

On the road to Whixall

So you’ll have to be quick

With your flicks and your clicks

If you want to miss those sticks

And avoid the thorny pricks, all

On the road to Whixall

For when your slicks are full of nicks

And your tube begins to hiss

Then for all his clever tricks

It’s just another tyre-some fix, all

On the road to Whixall.  

Wem