A song of the soldiers, after the war
Flanders mud, Flanders mud,
August Bank Holiday
What shall we do today, Maggie?
Let's take the kids to the country;
Come here and watch the trains go by.
Stand and watch!
Wave at all the windows,
There are faces there! All blank in silent thoughts,
I like the way that trains come into stations,
they have a sense of purpose, seldom found
in buses when they reach their destinations:
even aircraft act like they're reluctant
'And this is Queen Victoria' said the guide
'As you can see she's not amused'.
He laughed and moved on.
A gawp of tourists trailed behind.
I saw you in the swimming pool
And recognised you straight away,
Despite the fact that you've grown fat
And your hair is going grey.