Down at the very tip of Cornwall,
far from London´s madding crowds,
there lies a sleepy sanctuary,
Goonhavern. A haven for Goons.
Far from the feck and the list,
of modern life,
fat bees waddle in the breeze,
and clay woodland fauna gather in gardens.
Garden gnomes become loyal friends,
suspicious shrubs cause a rumpus,
and Goons while away lazy afternoons,
swivelling their eyes and giggling.
Here the Goons have nothing to fear,
For they are in their haven.
