Now village life is not the same,
As once it used to be.
The pub's boarded-up all around,
'tis a shame you will agree.
The Old School House is lived in now,
Its name aside the door.
The playground sounds no longer heard,
Only traffic's mighty roar.
The village shop sells arts and crafts,
To view you've got to 'phone.
No carrots, beans and lettuce now,
That used to be homegrown.
No pension, stamp or parcel now,
The post office, it has shut.
Just one of many services,
To us that they have cut.
The village hall is all that's left,
It gives us all a hub.
It's where we all have meetings,
To say "give us back our pub".
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