I met a signpost in an empty plain
And asked it for the way to Spain
It said, ‘Although I know the way
‘To Buxton and Layer de la Haye
‘To Glasgow and to Colne Engaine
‘I do not know the way to Spain.’
It whipped a satnav from its pocket,
Plugged into a nearby socket,
And said, ‘According to this screen
‘You get to Spain via Parson’s Green.
‘You find a wardrobe in a shop
‘Unlock the doors, and in you hop.
Then you will appear to vanish.
‘The next day you’ll be speaking Spanish.’