There's no place for little Jimmy,
In nursery school.
But if you show me the colour of your money,
We may be able to squeeze him in.
These tattered text books will do,
This second-hand paper is fine.
Stop complaining, stop moaning, stop crying.
Your child's education will come.
All in good time.
We'll take away the free school bus,
The free milk and free school meals.
Because we all know,
The under-nourished child,
Will never, ever run wild.


© Edward ian Armchair 2002