Now ‘Abbott’ Cummings is the man
Who taught our children all he can.
But here upon a summer’s day
He educates us when we’re grey.

For Parson here I have bad news;
He’ll find no sailors in his pews.
For those who venture on the sea
Steer clear of ‘Peters’ - ‘on the Lee’!

For London laughs and foreign views
Paul Jackson sells you paper news.
But if you’ld know what’s going on
Just ask our friend Jim Partington.

Each summer brings the Village Show
Of what you make and what you grow.
For cakes and bread you’ll earn reknown
If you can beat our Janet Brown.

For law and order we’ve no lack;
Our Constable is Richard Tack.
You’ll feel the pressure of his boot
If you park outside the Institute.

John Pearson’s power has many parts,
He adds the cloth to civic arts:
From Parish Council, on he goes,
He’s Bishop now of Badger Close!

Hell’s fury tempts, as all agree:
"Facilis descensus Averni"!
John Salter’s team, all hale and fit,
Are going down into The Pit!