Little cottages by the way,
With shutters that are bright and gay;
Spread their wings upon the grassy hill,
Wrapped in snugly by the daffodils.
A rugged road twists and winds its way,
Around the cottages and by the bay.
Majestic mountains stand serene,
Above woodland forest green.
On the carpet foliage floor,
Slither wild snakes and more.
Meticulously scattered like soldiers in town,
Quaint colourful antique shops can be found.
Where o, Where can you find such a place,
That's dressed with so much beauty and grace.