HOME GERRY		HAVE YOU SEEN MY CHILDREN? By Cousin Gerry Have you seen my children, Sir? I thought that they were taken By an awful racist Government But it seems that I'm mistaken. I thought I saw them crying As they put them in the truck I tried to stop them, but they said: "You're black - that's your bad luck." Now Mister Howard tells me As he looks me in the eye, "No one stole the children! That's just a dirty lie." So perhaps I just imagined it? I dreamed that child-theftin'! I must have put them somewhere And forgotten where I left 'em! Did I lock them in the car Or leave them in the tub? Perhaps they're underneath the couch Or hiding in the scrub? Strange, it seems like yesterday My baby I was kissing; Now, forty-five years down the track My baby is still missing! So if white men didn't take him And I don't know where he's gone, Then I'd better go and find him... You'll help me, won't you, John? 'Cause if nothing really happened For which we need to make amends There's nothing to say sorry for So we can all be friends. And now that we are reconciled Let's all, as one great nation Get down on hands and knees, and look For the Misplaced Generation.