(Just returned from holiday in Dorset.  I suspect you will have the wrong idea about "doggers")

 

A coach discharges youngsters who from college may have fled

All chattering and brightly clothed and by their tutor led

They come, it’s clear, from far and near

To study unique flora here

A true botanic biosphere is Hengistbury Head.

 

The tide’s inrush at Mudeford for centuries has sped

Cutting off the beach huts which are barely garden sheds

Such plots of land of wood and sand

Will set you back three hundred grand

They don’t do low-cost housing at Hengistbury Head.

 

You catch your feet on doggers on which ancestors would tread

Where forefathers of you and I would venerate their dead

They dug with bone to set their stone

Needing just these tools alone

Till bronze and iron broke their stride at Hengistbury Head.

 

 

Marauding flocks of starlings will confiscate your bread

Ensuring that their murmuration’s Mudeford’s best fed

These thieves will steal your cafe meal

It makes the children laugh and squeal

Drowning out the Christ Church peal at Hengistbury Head.

Yes, there’s nowhere I would rather be than Hengistbury Head.