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Happy 60th Diamond Jubilee!!! Hermione Nethercot, Aged 10 Bicester is a wonderful place to be, Surrounded by friends and family. If the Queen moved to Bicester, wow I would smile, And that smile would last longer than a very long mile! There would be festivals, parades, amazing stuff to do, And all that stuff could be filmed by crew. I know the Queen will never move to Bicester, As London would very dearly miss her. For the Queen’s Jubilee there’ll be cool stuff to do, Parties, parades, and bounces on a bouncy castle, too! People will be laughing, smiling all day long, And I expect at the end, we’ll all sing a song. We’ll all have a wonderful street party, Wanna join in? Come on then, quickly! I think the party will be extremely great, Oh no! Hurry up! We’re going to be late! Bicester is a wonderful place to be, Surrounded by friends and family, If the Queen moved to Bicester, wow I would smile, And that smile would last longer than a very long mile. Bicester Kirsty Gregor, Aged 14 From the Bicester residence, to the Queen. In 60 years, so much you have seen. From three channel television to 3D TV, From pre-decimalised money to pay pal on your PC. Through all this you have reigned successfully Without fault in your steps. Bicester still remembers when you took the crown In that glamorous ball gown From young to old, You stand out bold. In Bicester you’re a hero to us all. So if you’re on the phone, you could give me a call. We will celebrate your crowning glory By telling children about your story From generation to generation We personally thank you for all you have done. Bicester (Set to Help – The Beatles) Jamie Felton, 15 Bicester, this growing t’own Bicester, it’s coming round Bicester, getting off the grou’ound Bic ter er er...er... Now I’m 15 and Bicester’s such a great t’own Places to go – to be seen around The Garth, the village and so much more besi’ides Walk down sheep street, you will be surprised Bicester is the place, it’s so coo’ool Bicester is the place, even my schoo’ool Bicester;s going to be the place to be’ee Bicester’s the town for meee I love the scene, Bicester’s just s dea’eam The pubs the clubs, the places are supreme The folk are great, they never let you do’own Gotta feelin’ I’ll always be around Bicester is the place it’s so coo’ool Bicester is the place, even my schoo’ool Bicester’s going to be the place to be’ee Bicester’s the town for me Growing so fast, the transport links at la’ast Hospitals got the go, and the village is gonna grow The new town centre, it’s set to open soo’oon A cinema, cafes, man what aboon Bicester is the place, it’s so coo’ool Bicester is the place even my schoo’ool Bicester’s going to be the place to bee’ee Bicester’s the town for me for me for mee’ee ooohh! An Acrostic Poem Laura Boyle (Aged 11) Jubilation for the nation! Unbelievably long! Believe it or not, we love her a lot! In her we give our trust! Life of dedication! Elizabeth’s her name! England our Queen forever! Bicester: Our Wonderful One Sheep Town Charlie Sutcliffe (BCC) Historical churches and greasy spoons, Friendly hotels and drunken youths, A one sheep town, a wonderful place to be, No wonder the entire town is trying to leave, Designer shops making use of teen exploitation, Shiny boutiques seeking media attention. This is our town, our house and our home, A simple place which we call our own. For this is the town here dreams are made And this is the town where the rich come to trade. So come to our town and queue in our traffic Wait in our prison when your rage becomes psychopathic. This is a town with a past, a capital P, Yet this is the town where none of us, in all honesty, want to be. We have agents for both estate and for travel, The sheer number of them leaves our inhabitants baffled. We support charities both at home and abroad, And the amounts that we give leave others in awe. We help out in Oxfam, Sue Rhyder and British Heart Foundation Just doing our bit to help out other more distant, deprived nations. We survive invasions, Roman and American We sell cheap tat to invaders, Vietnamese and Saudi-Arabian. This is a town with its eye on the ball, its hands in your pockets We see your money, we’re sorry, we want it. For this is Bicester, despicable, unlikable, the town time forgot On the visage of Oxfordshire, a hideous, unsightly, strangely lovable spot. This town is not perfect in any way, shape of form, Yet this is the town where we were born. We’re the first to admit that this is a town miles from perfect, And I’m sorry to say, “Well, that’s how we like it.” For this is our town, our house and our home, This is a simple place which we call our own. An acquired taste that you will surely remember For we are the town residing in squalidly splendour. Give us a visit, waste an afternoon wandering around For this is our Bicester, our wonderful one sheep town. Bicester George Mason (Bicester Community College) Of old and new And the faces The ever changing faces Of both the buildings Down sheep street, My street Their street Our street, The ashen-fronted buildings Look down on us, The people, And the people Past, present and future Changing, making their mark. To the oldest, our churches. Hallowed halls, filled with voices Of the children The children that were once us Connecting the first with the last Through our round-worn stone hall And to the future, A changing face looms A brand new corner For us, the people, To live and discover. But no matter how It shall change The memories Of Christmas lights Of summer nights Of me, Of my father, Of my father’s father They make it something it shall always be: Home. Bicester Jonny Wyatt (Aged 11½, Bicester Community College) She is to me, like park to child, synonymous with fun, And every time that I’m away, I realise she’s the one, In summer time it’s festivals, and sun to pass the time, The winter brings its frosts, and snow; but even that is fine. Her streets are “small,” her shops “outdated,” though I don’t really care, It’s not her shop, nor social life no, that’s not why I’m there, She may not be the perfect town, in fact I’d guarantee it! But had she been the absolute, she would not be my township. So should to her I ever have to bid my fold farewell, And slowly realise never more I’ll hear saint Edburg’s bell, Nor see the market traders, though they still pitch out their stalls, And doctors still will rush around, to take their constant calls. I’ll beg for one more picnic in Garth Park, on opportunity, But then I’ll say a word of thanks for Bicester’s bright community. My final breath will then be drawn, my shift has come and gone, Generations pass away, but Bicester still lives on. How do I love Bicester? Francesca May McMahon (Year 11, Bicester Community College) How do I love Bicester? Let me count the ways. The long heated traffic, the long school days, Bicester village and its expensive ways. Open spaces, many places to go, Town centre with the shopping flow, BBC and their epic shows. How do I love Bicester? Let me count the ways. Strangers, Friends, and happiness to face, Kindly gone in old school grace, Of course it’s hard in such a small place. Open spaces, many places to go, We want you to come on down, And enjoy our Bicester town flow. I Am Bicester Catherine Crockett (Bicester Community College) I am Bicester, not merely a place But every person that lives within me, Every familiar face. I am part of history When I was burned to ground Every piece of the puzzle That helped rebuild this town In 1724 after the fire I felt the burn and wanted to retire. From this job which has caused me pain But also happiness How could I give that away? I saw the building of Sheep Street 300 years ago I felt them lay it brick by brick By the Romans as we know I have watched the town change around me New shops, houses and schools. I am home to Bicester Community College, And Cooper; no longer a home for mules. Kingsmere is being built as I speak And I felt the rage of the ‘Bicester Twister’ Only last week. You will always think of Bicester As a small insignificant town But I am within it. Bicester Georgia Smith (Form 7.2, BCC) It was coming up to the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, You see her petite Corgi was lost. He wandered down the M40 like he had no tomorrow, He doesn’t know where he is going, He wants to get back for the Jubilee. He arrived at the fast growing town of Bicester, The town with a Roman name, He still carried on with this trek, He doesn’t know where he is going, He wants to get back for the Jubilee.

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