The village flocked to the summer fete
Some there early, some there late
Stalls of food and stalls with crafts
Candy floss on wooden shafts
People mixing, sharing tales
Lots of fruit, weighed on scales
Children on the funfair rides
Crazy clothes and strange hair styles
A typical summer Village fete,
You should have one too, it's not too late
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