Scouseland Poem by Tom Allport

Taking a journey around Scouseland
Can make you feel quite grand
Starting at the Pier Head
Watch the birds being fed
Then look up to the sky
On top of the Liver building...my o my
The Liver bird's sit so proud
Up so very high in the clouds
The ferry boats go on there way
And happy people enjoy the day
As busy buses come and go
Plenty of smiles there on show
So forget the weather come rain or shine
Liverpool's lights are sublime
Find a tunnel if you dare
Deep underground without fear
See the wild horse set free
To guard the church and history
Wave to Lewis who stands alone
Still as naked as the day he was born
Phil's the place for your brain food
But try not to look it might be rude
Visit Ye Old Cracke for a jar
See the Beacon Tower it's not far
Listen for the Echo's of sound
Mathew's noise was deep underground
While Tracey's little bird sings her song
George's Lion's they grow strong
Choose a Cath to make your peace
Then look for Luke's bombed out piece
Pick a colour and never change
Sportsmanship always reigns
Aint it Grand to finish the race
But just as good taking your place
Give a penny for his thoughts
Our Lord Whitty is still on course
Over one hundred and fifty years and still not out
He was our original paper scout
While Justice is served behind the square
Judge and jury try to be fair
Take a walk down any street
Say Hi...to those who greet
You know.. it's gorra be.. the place to be
It's our home by the sea
As the Mersey flows and the Mersey grows
In our hearts and in our souls
The Mersey sound has been lost and found
Thus ending this journey around Scouseland.