I’m a supermarket hero;
I’m the champion of the aisle.
I can swerve round each curve,
And I do it in such style.
I put cauli in my trolley,
I find broccoli and brie,
Then I slalom to salami;
It’s the shopping trip Grand Prix.
I accelerate past celery
And zoom off to the rocket,
Then I grab a jar of honey,
Money rattling in my pocket.
So I hurtle to the burgers
And I whizz off to the biscuits,
But I want to go much faster,
So I think I’m going to risk it,
Then I’m zapping and I’m zipping
And I’m darting and I’m dashing
And I’m whooshing and I’m swooshing,
Then I skid – and oops, I’m crashing!
And a shelf of plums is plummeting,
A tower of tins goes tumbling,
And the sponge cakes all go plunging,
(All the customers are grumbling).
So the manager comes up to me,
And screams ‘What have you DONE!’
But I play it really cool and say,
‘So where’s the prize? I WON!’