We Don't Approve, You Know

We don't approve, you know. Approve of what? The folk who go to London, or who don't The folk who get the flowers out, or not The folk who want to queue, the folk that won't We don't approve, you know, of folk who hold Up posters, or who protest in the crowd Refuse to bow down low before the gold Or sing God Save The Queen (The King!) too loud We don't approve. We grumble and we shrug And look around us. See, we all agree! We're safe. All warm and cosy as a hug Not us that should be swinging from a tree You went? Tut tut. You didn't go. Tut too You loved her. Tut. You didn't. Tut to you © Gail Foster 17th September 2022