You may have come across
A little town named Rhyl,
Have walked along the prom,
And felt the sea breeze chill.

Have you smelled the unmistakable scent
Of what Rhyl has to sell?
There's hotdogs, doughnuts, sweets and more,
You just can't miss that smell!

You'll hear them before you see them,
The song of the arcades,
And, on special occasions,
The thump of the parades.

Now further into the heart of Rhyl,
You'll hear a different sound.
The salesmen shouting way out loud,
"Get your bandanas, only a pound!"

So here you hit the shops,
And meet up with your friends.
Strolling, munching a stick of rock,
Checkin' out the new trends!

Whatever you fancy doing,
There are plenty of choices here.
Bowling, cinema, library, theatre,
Or even stop and have a beer!

Of course the day is not complete,
As you'll already know,
Without a trip to the sandy beach,
Where there's soft curved rocks to throw.

You step on the crunching pebbles,
And feel the fresh salty air,
Knowing, when you look back, you'll think
"Rhyl", so glad to have been there!