4.2.29
We flappers of today,
Are criticised by all.
Who seek us when we make life pay,
But ignore us when we fall.
And when we keep a smiling face,
To hide a heart that’s healing.
You say that we’re a hardened race
Incapable of feeling.
Our dresses are disgraceful,
To hear you people talk,
Our dancing you describe,
As just a lazy walk.
Our morals are debasing,
Our slang you term obscene,
But we are tired of hearing,
Of charm that once has been.
Now listen Elders one and all,
To what I have to say,
Remember times are different now
Than they were in your day.
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