I once wrote a song, back in the Aldermaston Days, about how I wasn't going to march anymore. (I didn't mean it!) All can recall of it now is:

With all of these marches
I've got fallen arches
And I'm getting a cold in the head
But for all the effect that I can detect
I might just as well stayed in bed

Oh there was young Anna
Who carried the banner
And Cedric who played the guitar...