So much gloom in the Letters pages, so let’s sing the following words to the old music hall song Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built For Two):
Amey, Amey, dear dear now what a to-do,
We’re half crazy, thinking of what you’ll do.
Our trees are our joy and pleasure,
They regulated our weather,
But you’re on course with your men with saws,
To kill lime trees on Rustlings rue.
(and indeed all the other ‘rues’ in Sheffield that are in Amey’s sights).
Rustlings Road, Sheffield