NO FENCE&;#063; He said

We all know Shady Bradshaw.
A singer in word class.
On the stage in the Bowling Club.
A voice like crystal glass.

We know he's lost his eyesight.
And has a nice white cane.
An unusual sense of humour.
But the kids drive him insane.

He wrote to local housing.
Where things don't make no sense.
All that Shady wanted was.
A nice new sixfoot fence.

He wrote a lovely letter .
To the lovely Mrs Wong.
"You cannot have a fence" she said.
I don't know, What is wrong?.

I'll tell you what is wrong he said.
I'm sitting by the telly.
The youth's are kicking footballs.
The Police? not on your Nellie.

A dug up peice of garden.
That's what the nice man said.
And we'll plant some bushes there.
"That's Tommy from the Fed".

He'll have a talk to landscapes.
With Roz wev'e had no luck.
We'll plant the piece of garden.
And cover it with Muck.

It seems to work in Newtown.
The youth's have had a fit.
Because it isn't only muck.
"It really is Horse Shit".