People come from far and wide
To visit this town we claim
As Higham Ferrers, an ancient borough Growing big, rich in historic fame.

A busy town,a busy road
Proud of its' modern trend
Lining the streets, the cottages
Stand firmly end to end.

The park is full where children play
And footballers and cricketers appear
A cup and saucer hidden well
Its' history interesting and dear.

The college street and old Bede House As left by its' greatest son
And now a school has since sprung up And Chichele's name lives on.

Amid the town the church stands tall
As if to protect its'all.
A crossing stops the traffic build
The school bell rings its' call.

A butcher's bike props up to guard
And promote its' owners wares
The children rush to cross the road
We're going home - who cares?

To the north amid the grass that's green
A walnut tree stands tall
Its' fruit that once was London bound
Now just grows to fall.

At Christmas time the street is lined
With seasonal trees a light
It truly lends a homely cheer
To a super town in sight.