A Hundred not out
Iíve been waiting all day to receive it, I think itís awfully mean,
After all, Iíve reached one hundred, whereís my telegram from the Queen?
I may not be Buckingham Palace, Iím really not that grand,
But right in the centre of Fernhurst here I proudly stand.
In nineteen-o-seven the Reverend Barton said the village should have a hall.
For meetings and entertainments the schoolroom was far too small,
A committee was set up, funds were required, the target was eight hundred pounds,
A subscription list was started and before long was doing the rounds.
Mr Owen Scripps Tudor offered a site, right on the main Midhurst Road,
With a wonderful gift of fifty pounds such generosity he showed.
In October o-eight, two local builders, Messrs Gale and Slade,
Were given the contract to build the hall and this was the promise they made.
For seven hundred and six pounds, seventeen and six
Theyíd finish the hall by February o-nine without any devious tricks.
Mrs Barton declared the Hall open in April of that year,
So thatís my official birthday - I hope youíve got that clear.
Mr Tudor leased the hall and the land on which it lay
For the princely sum of five shillings a year and itís still the same today.
A heating system, acetylene lamps and a necessary commode,
Were then installed - and I really became so very a la mode.
In later years improvements were made to bring me up to date,
Electric light, a kitchen and new loos were extremely first rate.
And so itís gone on, year after year, with thousands being spent,
To make me a building to be proud of - thatís agreed by common consent.
Ground floor extension, a Community Room, major redecoration,
New doors, a sound system, were causes for admiration.
That the hall would become the village centre was Mrs Bartonís hope,
Throughout the years the use has grown and now I can hardly cope.
Whist drives and dances on a Saturday night and the annual Scoutís revue,
Once the seed had been planted itís amazing how well it grew.
Nowadays Iíd need a whole page to tell you all that goes on,
Menís breakfast, a childrenís party, a film - thereís another day gone.
Flower shows, Lunch Club, Good Companions and Monday night singing,
With table tennis, badminton and yoga the time really does go winging,
There are so many other activities that I just donít have room to mention,
But thereís not the slightest doubt at all that Iíve carried out the original intention.
To look at me you wouldnít think that Iím now a hundred years old,
To all those folk who regularly come Iím worth my weight in gold.
So what will the future hold I wonder for the next one hundred years?
Well - just keep on supporting me and give three rousing cheers. ,