This is how I remember the Lickies.
A Day at the Lickey Hills.
We’re off to the Lickies for a family day out,
We travel by tram, how it shakes us about,
I’ll probably be sick, I usually am,
But that’s one of the hazards of going by tram.
When we arrive we rush to the fair,
Have a go on the swing boats, the wind in our hair,
The dodge ‘em cars next then off to the shop,
For a packet of crisps and a bottle of pop.
Watch candyfloss made; it appears from thin air,
Gossamer threads like fairies hair.
An enormous pink cloud, delicious to eat,
No calories to count, just a wonderful treat.
Hills to be climbed and woods to explore,
Trees and flowers and insects galore,
Look very closely, face in the green,
See all the details not normally seen.
Grass stained and dusty we return down the track,
It’s been a great day but it’s time to go back.
Now sleepy and quiet, little said,
Soon be home and straight into bed.