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Back in the days of half-crowns and two bobs, When people had patience and parents had jobs. When all younger siblings wore hand me down shoes, And T.V had only two channels to choose. Back in the days of threepenny bits, When schools employed Nora to search for your nits. When snowballs were harmless, ice slides were permitted, And all of your clothing were warm and hand knitted. Back in the days of homemade ginger beers, When children remained kids for more than ten years. When children respected what older folks said, And pot was a thing you kept under your bed. Back in the days of Listen with Mother, When neighbours were friendly and conversed with each other. When cars were so sparse you could play in the street. When Doctors made house calls, Police walked the beat. Back in the days of radio comedy like Goons, When music was music and songs all had tunes. It was tripe and onions for dinner and jam bread for tea, And your annual break was a day by the sea. Back in the days of Dixon of Dock Green, Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream. When children could all wear National Health glasses, And qualified teachers took all of the classes. Back in the days of hard work and achieving, When mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling. When woodwork and cooking got taught in all schools, And everyone dreamt of a win on the pools. Back in the days when I was a lad, I can’t help but smile for the fun that I had. Hopscotch and roller skates, not acting like yobs, Back in the days of half-crowns and two bobs.