Creswell Crags by Monica Nash

In the shade of the Pyramid Anwar sat
On the stretching sands, with his sacred cat.
He was tired of Egypt, sick of the Sphinx,
"It's so unexciting", Anwar thinks,
"I need to travel, to go abroad,
This land's so dull, I'm bored, bored, bored,
I've heard of a place called Creswell Crags
That's much more fun - I'll pack my bags".

By the Taj Mahal Indira now
Dreams as she feeds her sacred cow,
Of cavemen lodged in a small, dark home,
Far away from the Marble Dome.
"I can't stay here, it'll drive me mad,
My life's so dull, and I'm sad, sad, sad,
I crave excitement, so pack my bags
And I'll fly on down to Creswell Crags".

In a shady cave a caveman sat
Engraving a bone as he sucked on fat,
"This life's so cool" he thinks with a grin,
(If he spoke or wrote, I would fill you in)
"The beds are comfy, and life's a ball,
And ravening beasts no trouble at all
But it would be nice, when I disappear
If a monument could be built down here
So someday tourists in shiny Jags
Will visit my tomb in Creswell Crags".