A Place called Loose Chippings
Some ways up the road
Not too far away
There is a village I pass through
With a strange name I would say
Loose Chippings it called
A pretty little place
In the summer there’s flower boxes
That stand out in your face
Such is their beauty
A Rainbowistic sight
And the street lights shine brightly
At all times of the night
Helped by the glowing
Of the bright shining moonlight
As you drive through
Rarely is anyone seen
Except Old Bob and his dog Bessie
Who is running free on the village green
The local pub sign swings gentle
In the mid-day breeze
And the only sound heard sometimes
Is when old farmer Brown’s cow gives a sneeze
So as you drive slowly through
As the other roadside sign says
You will remember Loose Chipping
For the rest of your days