The Journalist
Notepad in one hand,
Fountain pen in the other,
They write down as you speak,
They smoke like they're all brothers.
A tip off and he's vanished,
In the middle of your family meal,
Let him go, unfortunate one,
Let him write on nuclear deals.
The journalists are a funny lot,
But you need them to keep you sane,
They could be writing about politics,
Or cyclones because of heavy rain.
With great power came great responsibility,
To the street smart young man of today,
The journalist is worthy of the respect,
For he was born to be here to stay.
Notepad in one hand,
Fountain pen in the other,
They write down as you speak,
They smoke like they're all brothers.
A tip off and he's vanished,
In the middle of your family meal,
Let him go, unfortunate one,
Let him write on nuclear deals.
The journalists are a funny lot,
But you need them to keep you sane,
They could be writing about politics,
Or cyclones because of heavy rain.
With great power came great responsibility,
To the street smart young man of today,
The journalist is worthy of the respect,
For he was born to be here to stay.
