Three little men with bowlers and cases
Set out one day for green distant places.
With clipboards, measures and various maps
They travelled up North- such serious chaps
The weather was lovely - the scenery superb
As they gazed at the landscrape with scarely
A beautiful village soon came into view
They surveyed it in silence - they knew what to do.
With plenty of scribbling - and furrow of brow
It was soon marked down as a satelite town.
Next came a farm - the fields full of hay
Wisely they nodded - that's the new motorway.