I can sit for hours and gaze around,
At the folk that I can see there.
Some I know and some I don't,
That's what we see in our Town-Square
School-kids on their dinner break,
Mingling here and there.
Lots of noise and flirting,
That's what we have in our Town-Square
The smell of bacon butties ,
Comes wafting through the air.
The smell of fish and chips as well,
That's what we smell in our Town-Square
There's a tick and a tock from the Millennium clock,
And a coo-coo from the pigeons out there.
There's lots of noise from the kiddies as well,
That's what we hear in our Town-Square
Outside the cafe they're sat in the sun,
A coffee and cake without care.
Nodding and smiling to those who pass by,
That's what we have in our Town-Square
Once every year The French Market arrives,
With stalls from to sell us their ware.
Crepes and cheese and fancy bread,
That's what we have in notre Town-Square
Every now and then there is a "big do",
And who comes? The Town Crier and Mayor.
Oyez, Oyez, you have a good day,
That's what we have in our Town-Square
There's Liddles the bakers and Shambles as well,
The girls at The Cutting Room who will style your hair.
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These are the shops in our Town-Square.
