Truth was still in fashion
Square jawed men across the land
Were fuelled with burning passion
With rolled up sleeves and furrowed brow
And copy in their hand
Editors with steely eyes would cry,
"Publish and be damned"
But now such men have gone their way
A child is just a brand
Editors with bankers eyes now cry,
"Don't Publish- we'll be McCanned".
We're mot good - we're damn good