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The siren sounds we jump awake,
Quick get dressed, what shall we take.
My Doll, my ted with just one eye,
My drawing book to finish the sky.

We hurry down the cold dark street,
Across the road my aunt we meet.
We keep in the shadows past the park,
I hate this journey in the dark.

We get at last to see my gran,
She waits to see how fast we ran.
We leave the cold and frosty gloom,
To go into that cosy room.

It鈥檚 down the cellar quickly now,
We cram into the space somehow.
With cousins, aunts and granddad too,
Its like the little old woman who lived in the shoe.

We鈥檙e wrapped in blankets warm and snug,
Then lie on granny鈥檚 old rag rug.
Mum tells us stories old and new,
While grandma makes a strong hot brew.

We wait and doze until we hear,
The welcome sound of the all clear.
We鈥檙e safe again the planes have gone,
So I鈥檒l go home with mum and John.

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