- Contributed byÌý
- cmarven
- People in story:Ìý
- Alma Mace (nee Law)
- Location of story:Ìý
- London
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A6088205
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 10 October 2005
We would hear the siren every night
Giving everyone an awful fright
Up we would jump out of a nice warm bed
Run under the stairs to bump our head
Doodle bugs flying overhead
How I wish I was back in bed
All of a sudden it would stop
We’d all listen to hear where it would drop
Windows broken on the floor
Then it was morning once more
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