"She's fur coat and no knickers"
We'd heard our mothers say.
My mates and I looked out for them
When we went out to play.
We followed furcoated ladies,
Till they were ill at ease.
Young Harry said just ask 'em
They'll tell if you say please.
But no one had the courage
To risk getting a clout.
So in the end we all gave up
And never did find out.
Fast forward over eighty years,
You'll probably find it wrong.
They don't wear fur or knickers now,
Instead they wear a thong. (So I'm told)