Come on James, I think we’ve seen everything.
(Ooh, there’s a doorway. I wonder where that goes?)
Not through there, James, you’ve been that way already.
(Another spiral staircase! I do like those.)
Now, wait for me, James. Don’t run off without me.
(I’m a knight in shining armour with a big sharp sword.)
Oh, come on, James. Mummy’s in the gift shop.
(Silly old Mummy. No wonder she gets bored.)
Hmm. Tell you what, James, how about an ice-cream?
(I’m pouring boiling oil on that fat man’s head.)
A can of coke, some crisps, James? Anything you fancy!
Actually, Dad, I’d rather just go around again, instead.
Rhymed verse at last, bliss!