Upon Warwickshire’s rolling plains,
Burton Dassett’s beauty reigns,
Ironstone hills, a sight to see,
Where history whispers through the trees.
A church of old, a holy well,
Their stories and secrets, they long to tell,
Kites and gliders dance on air,
As we behold landscapes rare.
In Burton Dassett’s embrace, we find,
A treasure trove for heart and mind.