Little Boxes

The hillside

I was looking out the window this morning, and the song, Little Boxes came to mind.

I haven't thought of this song in years. It's been stored away in the depths of my memory under S for School Concerts. I sang it along with everyone else in J3, with great enthusiasm, as directed by our severely left wing music teacher, Mrs K. This was then followed by some equally disturbing left wing propaganda, like Knocking on Heaven's Door and the Sound of Silence, while our parents coughed and clapped politely.

Anyway, here's my thinking on Hong Kong at the moment.

Lyrics, for those of you who like to sing along:

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.