We went out to the strawberry farm

For an elegant afternoon tea,

Or so we thought, but elegance was far removed

From stark reality.

 

No fine bone china, but lsturdy mugs,

And plates made out of plastic.

Such a let-down, but for Heaven's sake

Should our reaction have been so drastic?

 

The scones were big, the jam was sparse

And the cream was really just a farce,

But then we didn't make a fuss -

Not until we were back on the bus.

 

When we look around at this lovely world

Blighted by war and strife,

Why do we moan about trifles

When we're living a privileged life?

 

There's little reason for us to complain

Compared to those on the fringe,

So we should thank our lucky stars

And never be tempted to whinge.