Another digression - sorry! Reading a previous post reminded mje of
There once was a farmer who sat on a rock
Whistling a tune and abusing his
neighbouring farmer and watching the tricks
As he taught his wee children to play with their
Kites and their marbles as in days of yore
When along came a woman who looked like a
Decent young lady but walked like a duck
She said she was learning a new way to
Bring up her children and teach them to knit
While the boys in the farmyard were shovelling the
Contents of pigsties, the muck and the mire
The squire in the farmyard was pulling his
Horse from the stable to go to the hunt
His wife in the boudoir was pwdering her
Nose and arranging her vanity box
And taking precautions to ward off the
Gay young romantics who made her feel sick
Although she'd enjoyed her last dose of
What did you think I was going to say
No, you rude bastards! That's all for today,
The tune, of course, is "Sweet Violets"
Going back to the original, I remnember it well as a chilren's song for nasty little pre-pubescent boys in England not long after the war. I find it pretty incredible that there is any truth in it. Would you trust the Russian record to tell the truth about their greatest enemy?