Ma got corner seat for young Albert,
Who amused all the rest of the team
By breathing hot breaths on the window,
And writing some swear words in steam.
They arrived at last somewhere in England,
And straight to their billet were shown;
There was one room for mother
But Albert was in a small room of his own.
The very first night in the blackout,
Young Albert performed quite a feat
By hanging head first from the window,
And shining his torch down the street.
It flashed on an A.R.P. warden
Patrolling with leisurely gait;
"Good Heavens," said he, "it's Tarzan,
I'd better go investigate."
So reading his book of instructions
To make himself doubly sure,
Then in an official manner
Proceeded to knock on the door.
It was opened by Mrs Ramsbottom
"Now then," said she, "what's to do?"
And in stern air-warden manner, he said
"I'm going to interrogate you."