Small world
We went to Australia, and found all the talk On fast-rising prices, and how they could cork The spout of inflation. There then was a scare On whether our plane could take to the air. The workers in petrol were going to strike On wages and hours they didn't quite like, In Fiji they told us how prices had soared, And spoke with delight of the tries Fiji scored In beating the All-Blacks at rugger; and then Spoke of trouble on wages and strikes by the men.
We reached San Francisco; and scarcely a cab, Yellow taxis on strike, drivers wanting to grab Higher wages and fares, as they found much too high Food prices, while house rents were up in the sky.
French Montreal was no better or worse The Metro on strike, and prices a curse.
So though far and wide through the world we did roam We always felt nicely and snugly at home! Basil Charles
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