We read in the paper,
We hear on the air
Of killing and stealing
And crime everywhere.
We sigh and we say
As we notice the trend,
“This young generation,
Where will it all end?”
But can we be sure
That it’s their fault alone?
That maybe a part of it
Isn’t our own?
Too much money to spend;
Too much idle time;
Too many movies
Of passion and crime.
Too many books
Not fit to be read;
Too much evil in
What they hear said;
Too many children
Encouraged to roam
By too many parents
Who won’t stay at home.
Kids don’t make the movies,
They don’t write the books
That paint a gay picture
Of gangsters and crooks.
They don’t make the liquor,
They don’t run the bars
They don’t make the laws,
And they don’t buy the cars.
They don’t make the drugs
That addle the brain;
It’s all done by older folks
Greedy for gain.
And in how many cases
We find that it’s true
The label “Delinquent”
Fits older folk, too.