Remember, remember, remember you're a Womble.
Wise words indeed in this hectic modern age. Lets go back to a happier time of felt puppets keeping Wimbledon Common free of rubbish.
The streets can be cleared of trash, policemen and old ladies will dance hand-in-hand with rastafarians, Jews will cavort happily with sinister muslim clerics, lorry drivers will stop and hug traffic wardens, members of the royal family will kiss mohican-headed anarchists.
Oh yes, the world of the Womble will be a happy place. The special Womble Police will ensure it is so.
Womble punishments will be meted out to those not being happy.
Oh for goodness sake, the smell of rancid garlic is getting worse, I'm sure he is farting garlic as well.
Garlic will be an un-wombley thing.