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Amy

She lived in Kings Heath
With a wire in her teeth
‘cause her dentals were apt to protrude
I now say it with shame
Of poor amy, her name,
That the boys often said something rude

She was seven years old
And was in the same fold
As we sat day by day in our school.
She was one of those girls
With straight hair and no curls
That would pass without note as a rule.

Then one terrible night
There was such a dog fight
Overhead — the whole world was helter skelter.
Bombs were falling galore
As we crouched on the floor
Of the cellar which served as a shelter

The morning dawned cool
And we all went to school
All , that is, bar one, her desk bare.
The teacher was grim
And we all sang a hymn
And then put on our gas masks with care

There were many more nights
When we blacked out ourlights
And hoped we would live till the morning,
But at seven years old
Here’s to Amy the bold,
Will the world ever heed her dread warning?

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