Maybe

Ah well, ah well, maybe
the young have learned some sense.
They ought at last to see through the game,
they’ve sat long enough on the fence.

Maybe their little bottoms
will get tired and sore at last
of sitting there on the fence, and letting
their good youth go to waste.

Maybe a sense of destiny
will rise in them one day,
maybe they’ll realise it’s time
they slipped into the fray.

Maybe they’re getting tired
of sitting on the fence;
it dawns on them that the whole damn swindle
is played at their expense.