BEAT THE DRUM
Let’s hear it for the doctors and the nurses on our wards
The thousands upon thousands who will never win awards
“They’re heroes” Boris now insists
He’ll soon forget - their worth dismissed
One tokened in the Honours List
So beat the drum for nurses.
Let’s hear it for the carers who look after Britain’s aged
Their contribution to the cause deemed unskilled and low waged
For years enduring disaffection
Risking death from this infection
But soldier on with sparse protection.
So beat the drum for carers.
Let’s hear it for the services who fight emergencies
The fire crews and the police engaged in such activities
With wailing sirens as they come
To deal with blaze or spitting scum
So raise a glass and beat the drum
For fire crews and the police.
Let’s hear for the drivers who deliver vital goods
To or from the supermarkets into neighbourhoods
To feed the old boy home alone
The shielded woman on her own
Whose only link’s a telephone
So beat the drum for drivers.
Let’s hear it for the check-out girls at Lidl and the rest
For shelf stackers and trolleymen who do their level best
To get shops’ groceries to ourselves
By night and day like Santa’s elves
Manning tills and stacking shelves
For all such beat the drum.
Let’s hear it for the teachers and support staff still at school
Trying hard to get the kids to stick to Corvid rules
To make sure pupils’ hands are clean
And keep two metres in between
And all the while risk quarantine
So beat the drum for teachers.
Let’s hear it for the pickers and the packers in our fields
Moving on from farm to farm to maximise crop yield
Some are white and some are black
They come from Poland or Iraq
For years you shouted “Send them back!”
But now you beat the drum.