With so many apologies to Noel Coward.
Don't let's be beastly to the Netmums,
Now our victory is ultimately won.
Let us treat them very kindly,
As we would a valued friend.
We might them out some humour,
As a form of lease and lend.
Let's be sweet to them
And day by day repeat to them
That baby-dancing simply isn't done.
Let's sweetly sympathize again,
And welcome back the spies again,
But don't let's be beastly to the Huns.
We must be kind
And with an open mind,
We must endeavour to find a way
To let the Netmums know
That now the war is over,
We have nothing mean or cross to say.
We must be sweet
And tactful and discreet,
And now they've suffered defeat,
We mustn't let
Them feel upset,
Or ever get the feeling
That we're cross with them or hate them.
Our future policy must be to reinstate them.
Don't let's be beastuly to the Netmums,
For they're civilized,
When all is said and done.
Though they gave us txtspk, hugs, glitter, and schmaltz, to bear,
At least we're all quite happy that it's staying over there
Let's be meek to them
And turn the other cheek to them,
And try to arouse their latent sense of fun.
Let's give them an ironic hug,
Try to not come across as smug,
But don't let's be beastly to the Huns!