To the tune Myfanwy

Oh why should Levenshulme be suffering

Why are we always left behind

Our leader speak with so much wisdom,

Why are their actions so unkind

We love this town that we grew up in,

Or moved to, cos it seemed so fair,

Why should our hearts be filled with sorrow

Why should our High Street breed dispair.

We can’t park, cos our place is taken

By someone from a banquet hall

And traffic jams get even slower

By next year they won’t move at all.

We’ve got a library, when it’s open,

We’ve got a baths, except it’s closed

We’ve got a supermarket, empty.

And promises like emperor’s new clothes.

We’ve even had a consultation.

One question each and that’s your lot!

The tone were smooth and sweetly honeyed.

The words don’t really mean a jot.

We’re only asking for a fair share,

We’ve paid our taxes like the rest.

With just a bit of care and forethought

This town could be again the best.