There’s allus a reason “Why Not”

There’s ‘undreds of ‘em that I’ve got

“The problem’s not mine”

“I haven’t the time”

There’s allus a reason “Why Not”.

As Shackleton lay in his bed

‘E turned to his missus and said

“t’Antactic’s cold

(Or so I’ve been told)”

I think I’s’ll stop in my bed.

‘E thought as his pint pot was fillin’

“I prefer my ale to be swillin’

So Flemin’ just shrugs

An’ says, “Sod the bugs!

Who’s bothered about penicillin?”

So stack up your reasons “Why Not”

And swig on the six-pack you’ve got

Just sit in your parlour

But think on Malala

Who did find the time

-        and was shot.