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WARTIME RE-VISITED

Things were very different
In Nineteen Forty Two
We didn’t have bananas,
The sweets we had were few.
We didn’t go to bed at night
Twas when the bombers flew.
But the British didn’t weaken,
Their spirits strong and true.

We listened to lord Haw Haw
On the wireless every night
Saying “This is Germany calling
You are in a sorry plight”
We listened with amusement
To his tales that we were done
Because we didn’t mind old Haw Haw
He was just a figure of fun.

We were told to dig for victory
There was not a flower in sight,
Just lettuces and cabbages
And spuds on which to bite,
For food was very scarce indeed.
No take a ways, cheese or ham.
Just a greying coloured sort of bread
And countless tins of spam.

The shopkeepers were short of stock
For which we had to queue.
We would wait there for an hour or more
Before coming into view.
And when we reached the doorway
The shopkeeper would shout
“Sorry to have kept you waiting,
But the goods have all sold out”.

So in these days of plenty
Think on and give a thought
To the dark dark days of wartime
And the gallant guys who fought
To make this world a better place
In which to live and love,
And for their ultimate sacrifice
Give thanks to heaven above.

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