- Contributed by听
- culture_durham
- People in story:听
- Poem by Esther Latham
- Location of story:听
- Durham
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4008197
- Contributed on:听
- 05 May 2005
Robinson the plumber is a quiet little chap
With a big bag of tools and and old checked cap;
You wouldn't have looked twice at him before the war began
But Robinson the Warden is a very different man .
It's "What if you are a Colonel? Just put out that light!
I'm Robinson the Warden and I'm on patrol tonight."
Or it's "Never fret now, Missus, you'll be quite alright,
Everything's O.K. for I'm on patrol tonight."
With his gas mask slung about him and his tin hat on his head
Robinson the Warden never seems to go to bed;
All around the shelters when the siren sounds
He's welcomer than Santa Claus while going on his rounds.
He'll never get a medal and they'll never print his name,
He'll not speak on the wireless, but I'll say this just the same -
When the Last Trump sounds and the angels say "All Clear!"
Robinson the Warden will be somewhere pretty near.
"You can come out of your graves, folks, but just be careful now;
Ay, it;s been a long one but it's O.K. now;
Just you mind that step, sir! Let me take your arm,
Things do look a little different, but there's no cause for alarm."
And when he's got them shepherded he'll hang up his tin hat
Beside the Angel Gabriel's halo saying "Well, that's that!
I'll get you all a cup of tea for you're bound to feel dead beat,
Then I'll go and do some stand-by beside the Judgement Seat.
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