Our School

The fault with folks like them; they are not like us.
They don’t want to learn so we must make a fuss.
If we build our schools we can keep them out.
Our kids can learn to read, their’s can fight and shout.

We don’t hate folks like them, but there’s no disgrace,
If we put them and us in our proper place.
Our kids need teaching, their’s need tight control,
Their kids will run amok, ours will quietly stroll.

We are not PLUs*, we are just concerned,
They’re all on the dole, all our cash is earned,
We pay the taxes, that gives us the right,
To keep our kids away from the their kids blight.

We often meet their kids walking in the street,
We have some extra plans to make our scheme complete,
We won’t have to meet them, no, not at all,
If we enclose our homes within a concrete wall.

Most of them are burglars, to avoid this sin,
We will have some armed guards to stop them coming in,
If we need a plumber he will have to be,
A graduate from Oxbridge, with a CRB.

Don’t think we are Tories, oh good heavens no,
We respect the lower classes, Laski tells us so,
We just don’t want them coming to our schools,
Our kids will be clever, theirs will remain fools.

We have learned from Plato, men have different hue,
Some are bronze and silver, there are gold ones too,
There’s a place for every one, colour, creed and race,
Just so long as they are kept in their proper place.

*PLUs = People Like Us