In Cornwall, when I visit, I find the earth is soft and gentle

The sights and aromas make me feel quite sentimental

I love the bluebells in the spring

The joy listening to birds sing

But driving on the roads drives me mental

I love walking on the cliffs and the pounding wavy beaches

The pasties and the pubs, and the guls loud screeches

I love the cream, oh my! that cream

With scones and jam, what a dream

But the windy, tiny roads leave me speechless

Brass bands on the green, marching vigorously with zest

Cornish folk singing lustily, will Trelawney ever rest?

I love the sound of a Cornish choir

There’s nothing more that I admire

But the hedge surrounded roads are not the best

I love pub lunches, and a knickerbocker glory

Cornwall is so peaceful; there’s time to share a story

I love the ice cream and the flowers

I gaze at scenic views for hours

But the roads, no room for cars, are quite hoary!