Flotsam and Jetsam
FLOTSAM: "With your permission, we will fire our biggest gun.
And to the item which we call, 'The Londoner and the Hun'.
For the purpose of this item which we think, now, should be done,
I play the part of the londoner..."
JETSAM: "And I, most reluctantly, the hun."
'You'll have noticed,' said the hun, 'what we've been and gone and done
To the highways and the byways of your town.
But it's nothing,' said the hun, 'to the fusilade of fun
That the fuhrer has a mind to send you down.
As you staggered and you cowed and you prayed out aloud
As you dreaded every setting of the sun,
As you weary of blaspheming at the bombs that come a screaming
Don't you vish that you was dreaming?' said the hun.
'Shut your big blue-penciled mouth!' said the londoner
'There's a channel to the south,' said the londoner
'But the bully, who's your boss, doesn't dare attempt to cross,
So the nasty-minded cuss, thinks he'll take it out of us.
But he'd better think again!' said the londoner.
'We can stand a lot of pain,' said the londoner,
'We're not dumb, teutonic mutts, we've the guns and we've the guts,
You can tell Adolph... he's nuts!' said the londoner.
'You're forgetting,' said the hun, 'that your streets are over-run,
With the homeless and the hungry and the hurt.
Not to mention,' said the hun, 'that your buildings, by the tonne
Are succumbing to our aerial assault.
And the palace of your king, has a badly crippled wing,
Crazy cockney! the blitzing's just begun.
It's your diet for duration, why the stubborn hesitation.
What about capitulation?' said the hun.
'Why, you nasty, nazi nark,' said the londoner
'How you missed the ruddy mark,' said the londoner
'All the deeds of which you're proud, are but stitches in your shroud,
Every little child you slay is a crime for which you'll pay,
Vent your sanguinary spleen,' said the londoner.
'God will save our king and queen,' said the londoner
'And, you vile pygmalian simp, with His aid we'll put a crimp,
IN THE PAPER-HANGING PIMP!' said the londoner.