Hidden Persuaders

They set to work upon our minds To market sprays of many kinds To give the world a different smell More aerosols they then will sell But first our minds they must corrupt To pave the way for new product So they begin the odour game And make us feel a sense of shame Because we have our own odour Better we smell like a flower Be gone the smell of pheromone And other odorous hormone With chemicals we spray each part Perfumery becomes our art We freshen air in every room Spraying the synthetic perfume Then carpets and curtains are sprayed Along with towels and bedspread And when this done we spray the dog Now everywhere a perfumed fog To market sprays of many kinds They set to work upon our minds