The Victoria plum-tree that we planted this year Is now full of blossom that looks lovely from here The creamy white flowers and the brightest green leaves Makes beautiful colour as Springtime relieves.
The garden of Winter, this year so wet Does blossom herald a ‘best Summer yet.’
It’s quite true of course that village life so snug Can have a tendency to make one feel smug But for years our’s has struggled, it now has no shops And a pub that’s near closure though it still sells the ‘hops.’
We don’t take it lightly the community here For we know we could lose it which would cost us all dear.
It’s not really the money though the costs would be great But there’d be no Village Hall and no Summer Fete No chats with our friends over stiles by the field Nor any more eggs from the local chicks yield.
We don’t take it lightly the community here And we will fight to keep it which will cost us all dear.