大象传媒

I'm just a spotter mister, wot spots the bloomin' planes;
I spots the thumping Jerries and I takes a lot a pains.
I can tell a Jerry Heinkel from a Junkers 88;
His back is curvy on the top, a Junkers goes back straight.

One day I sees a Messerschmitt, I gives a snort and has a spit
and then I plots him on the chart, just to upset his applecart.
"I did but see him passing by" I hums, and plots him through the sky;
But, as I hums I fume and frown, till centre says "That Jerrie's down,"
and then I lets out with a roar-"That blasted Jerry's on the floor,
"He's blown to bits, his bombs is bust, our spitfire got his blow in fust."

When Haw Haw broadcasts out his news and says about his planes and crews,
"Ten planes went out complete with men, eleven have come home safe again,"
I think if he had ten before, and one will come back home no more,
You've told a lie for Fuhrer mein,Haw Haw your tale is assinine.
(But then he has to please his boss, perhaps he'll get the iron cross.)
I hope one day up on the post, the thing I want to happen most,
will come to pass and I shall plot the FUHRER@S FOCKE WULF CHARIOT.
We'll shut him up with Rudolph Hess or sink the monster in Loch Ness.
His epitaph not RIP but his end came through the R.O.C.

Written by William Louis Gibbs

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