reciting nursery crimes.
Little Jack Horner's an Essex man
he wrote in the Sunday Times.
Mary had a little lamb
but now it's growing old.
She'd like to live in a council flat,
sadly, it's already been sold.
All things bright and beautiful
Johnny won't work any faster,
he cut his hand on the lathe
and there's blood seeping through the plaster.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
'cos they wouldn't let them in,
a policeman stopped them at the top
and asked them where they'd been.
Fashions come and labels go,
still; wealth remains in style.
The sign said; 'Do Not Trespass'.
Where are the rank and file?
The rich man is still in his castle
but there's trouble at the gate,
folk have had enough of this
and why should they have to wait?
Today I met an old man
who would not say his prayers,
struggling on his pension
he reckons nobody cares.
Bankers in their counting house
drooling over their money,
heard about redundancies
and thought it was so funny.
Humpty Dumpty had a pay cut
Little Bo Peep has lost her job,
Little Miss Muffet stood up and said:
"why don't we join that marching mob?"
Margaret Hilda quite contrary
how does your conscience rot?
Those unemployed were null and void
the folk that you forgot.
But we march along singing
as the red flag is unfurled.
My enemies might be dead
but I still want to change the world!
Capability Red November 2015
