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.