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24th May 2001, 19:25
Found this on the web. Unfortunately the author insists on spelling Pprune with only one 'P' :) :) :)

Frank Crumit

Nowadays we often gaze on women over fifty
Without the slightest trace
Of wrinkles on their face.
Doctors go and take their dough to make them young and nifty.
But doctors I defy
To tell me just why

No matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles.
We may get them on our face;
Prunes get them every place.
Nothing every worries them, their life's an open book.
But no matter how young a prune may be, it has a worried look.

Wrinkles, wrinkles, La la la la la

Every day, in every way, the world is getting better.
We've even learned to fly.
Days go passing by.
But what about the poor old prune?
His life is only wetter.
No wonder he can't grin
In the awful stew he's in.

No matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles.
Now, we may get them here and there,
But pruneies get 'em everywhere.
Babies fret until they hear a mother's lullaby
But no matter how young a prune may be you'll never hear it cry.

In the kingdom of the fruits, the prune is snubbed by others.
And they are not allowed
To mingle with the crowd.
Though they're never on display with all their highbrow brothers
They never seem to mind.
To this fact they're resigned.

No matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles.
Beauty treatments always fail;
They've tried all to no avail.
Yet other fruits are envious
Because they know real well
No matter how poor a prune may be
Hot water makes it swell.

Peaches and bananas have that skin you love to touch,
But no matter how fine a prune may be it don't amount to much.
Prohibition bothers us, but prunes don't sit and brood.
No matter how young a prune may be, it's always getting stewed.
No matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles.
Baby prunes look like their dad,
Just not wrinkled quite as bad.
Prunes act very kind, they say, when sickly people moan.
But no matter how kind a prune may be, it has a heart of stone.

25th May 2001, 03:30
When I saw the title of this thread, I thought "ah an ISRTA fan"

"my name is Angus Prune and this is my tune "

ETC (I`m sorry I`ll read that again)

25th May 2001, 04:48
Thanks for the memory. I last heard the "Prune" song at a school concert in 1946, sung to the accompaniment of a one-stringed guitar made and played by the singer.

Biggles Flies Undone
25th May 2001, 04:49
Loki - I think you just dated yourself!

And that's ISIRTA....

Remember the time trousers and the green eye of the little yellow dog of Kathmandu? :)

25th May 2001, 07:17
Davaar, off topic, but did you see the paragraph on page three of Thursdays Post? The songwriter Terry Jacks' estate has been released to his brother. The heading read "He has joy, he has funds." :)

26th May 2001, 02:38
Biggles F undone

Ok, it`s a fair cop guv. Done up like a kipper and no mistake.

Used to listen to it at school in the sixth form common room some lunchtimes....great fun!

26th May 2001, 03:07
Missed it, Pig, but -- to continue the allusion -- I did ask the other day for any CD of the Kingston Trio. "Who?" Aaaaargh! Still, they offered the Dixie Chicks: "Earl's gotta die". Not bad.