A Ballad For Elderly Kids Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now this is the ballad of Jeremy JonesA
And likewise of Bobadil BrownB
Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and Macs and MalonesA
And Diggle and Daggle and DownB
In fact 'tis a song of a fatuous throngC
Which embraces 'the man in the street 'D
And the bloke on the 'bus and a crowd more of usA
And a lot of the people we meetE
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Yes this is the story of Jack and of JillF
Whose surnames are Snawley or SmithG
And of Public Opinion and National WillF
And samples of Popular MythG
For Jeremy Jones as a very small boyH
Was encouraged to struggle for pelfI
And to strive very hard in his own little yardJ
But never to think for himselfI
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Then Hi diddle diddle the cat and the fiddleK
Come sing us a nursery rhymeL
For in spite of our whiskers we elderly friskersA
Are kiddes the most of our timeL
So this is the song of the juvenile throngC
And its aunts and its big brother BillF
Its uncles and cousins and sisters in dozensA
Louisa and 'Liza and LillF
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Now Jeremy Jones was exceedingly 'loyal '-
And when any procession went byM
He'd cheer very loud with the rest of the crowdN
Though he honestly couldn't tell whyM
He was taught that his 'rulers' toiled hard for his sakeO
And promoted the 'general good'N
That to meddle with 'customs' was quite a mistakeO
And Jones didn't see why he shouldN
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To gird at the 'Order of Things as they Are '-
He was told was the act of a foolP
He was taught in effect to regard with respectN
Ev'ry' 'Precedent ' 'Practice' and 'Rule '-
And if we deserted the 'Usual Plan'B
He believed that the nation would fallQ
So Jones became known as a 'right thinking man '-
Which meant that he didn't at allQ
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Oh Little Miss Muffett she sat on a tuffetN
But fled from a spider in frightN
For no one haa told her that if she was bolderR
She might have asserted her rightN
Ho rub a dub dub three men in a tubS
On a sea of political doubtN
And they argue together concerning the weatherR
But never attempt to get outN
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They made him a grocer when Jerry left schoolP
And a very good grocer was heT
And a dunce he was not for he knew quite a lotN
Of such matters as treacle and teaT
But the making of nations and things so immenseA
He considered beyond his controlU
He was busy on week days at saving his penceA
And on Sundays at saving his soulU
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But politics Jones did not wholly neglectN
He subscribed to a paper THE SAGEV
And every morn with becoming respectN
He scanned its political pageV
He believed what was said in each leader he readN
For a 'right thinking person' was heT
Who was shocked at their vices who growled of the pricesA
Of Sugar or treacle or teaT
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Oh Little Jack Horner sits in a cornerR
A look of delight in his eyeM
At the sight of a plum on the end of his thumbW
While there's somebody sneaking his pieM
Then ride a cook hoss to Banbury CrossA
Though the Lord only knows why we doN
But there's precedent for it and those who ignore itN
We class as an ignorant crewN
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So Jeremy Jones he meanders through lifeI
Behaving as Grandmother bidsA
And so do his very respectable wifeI
And extremely conventional kidsA
Their bosses can trust 'em for habit and customW
They've learnt in the regular schoolP
And they call him 'right thinking ' while privately winkingX
And setting him down as a foolP
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Convention's his master he vows that disasterR
Will swiftly encompass its foesA
He thinks Evolution a Labor delusionB
And 'Progress' a 'something' that growsA
He's one of the many a credulous zanyT
The leadable bleedable typeY
Who looks upon 'Time' instructed by GrannyT
As something that rarely is ripeY
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Oh Goosey goose gander where do you wanderR
Only kind sir where I'm toldN
For my master has said I must go where I'm ledN
And to contradict him would be boldN
And Little Bo peep she lost her sheepZ
It's the Socialist's fault she'll insistN
But leave her to grieve for she'll never believeI
That a Meat Trust could ever existN
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Then this is the ballad of elderly kidsA
Of Jeremy Jones and his kindN
Of Bobadil Brown and Daggle and DownB
And the crowd with the juvenile mindN
Oh this is a song of the National WillF
Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and SmithsA
Their aunts and their cousins and big brother BillF
Convention and Popular MythsA
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A sad little song of the fatuous throngC
A string of sedate little rhymesA
Concerning the crowd who consider it wrongC
To collide with the 'trend of the times '-
A song about Us who are missing the 'busA
While we trifle and toy with pretenceA
For we play very hard in our own little yardN
But we seldom look over the fenceA
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Then Hi diddle diddle the cat and the fiddleK
We're never concerned with the causeA
Let's giggle and sinf for the Trust and the RingX
Are really our old Santa ClausA
Effects may surprise us but Granny'll advise usA
We'll never behave as she bidsA
Ho grocers and drapres let's stick to the papersA
We're all of us elderly kidsA

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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