Anglie - Dartmoor + Widecombe

We made a mess on the bus

and the teachers were mad with us.

We walked up - down the hill

and saw a statue with a shield.

When we were up,

Larry did a dab.

There was a castle,

someone had a disaster.

Mike was sick,

so he sat on a brick.

He chewed a gum

and called his mum.

The castle was cool,

better than school,

hot as in hell

but all ended well.

           Written by our poets

Adam Cervenka, Michael James Mahoney, Matej Cipro