In Formby it never ever rains

Playground all summer long my early days

Playtime was forever then and there

Crowded caravan crammed with joy

Quick splash of water on the face

Dressing quickly, combed through hair

Breakfast rushed on happy faces

Checking windows for neighbour friends 

Are they up, are they ready 

And off we charge into seaside light 

Yesterday's plans ready for action

Sand dunes, beach, forrest or sea

War games, cowboys, hiding, shooting, chasing, whooping gloriously 

Off to caf for Coke and treats

Frantic bike races across weaving pathways

Racing hard to be home for lunch 

Greedy gulps of homemade dewberry juice 

Engines stoked it's out and off again

Cricket, football, long walks plotting 

Laughing, shoving, hugging, joking

Tea is calling, should head back now

Light will last but best stay close

Plan tomorrow full of excitement 

No TV, No TV, never thought of

Sometimes chips from local chippy eaten wondrously in bed in butties

Conked to sleep, to dream our dreams

Of endless playtime, endless friendships

Formby for me is always there