It’s time for the return of the ever-popular Song for Saturday. This one’s just doggerel, but I couldn’t resist it given the themes we’ve been discussing recently. The original* is a Just-So story, explaining why dogs sniff each others’ rear ends on meeting.

The Racists’ Meeting

Oh, the racists held a meeting and they came from near and far
Some tried to hide their faces but we all know who they are
And before they were let into the hall or out onto the floor
Each one had to take his conscience off and leave it at the door
Yes, each one had to take his conscience off and leave it at the door

But scarcely were they all sat down and ready with their mud
Than a terrible hullabaloo broke out, ’cause someone shouted “Flood!”
The all jumped through the windows, upon that terrible day
And the flood roared through the building, washed their consciences away
Yes, the flood roared through the building, washed their consciences away

That’s why with all these gentlemen, so lily-white and pure
If you get too close to one, you’ll catch a whiff of sewer
They’ve been crawling through the gutters in groups and all alone,
Fishing for guilty consciences and trying to find their own
Fishing for guilty consciences and trying to find their own

* In the performed version of the original, scansion and decency are preserved by replacing the crucial word with three knocks