Oh come and live with me, my love,
And share my war-time dinner,
Who eats the least at this our feast,
Shall make John Bull the winner.
Here is a plate of cabbage soup,
With caterpillars in,
How good they taste! (Avoid all waste,
If you the war would win.)
Now, will you have a minnow, love,
Or half an inch of eel?
A stickleback, a slice of jack,
Shall grace our festive meal.
We’ve no unpatriotic joints,
No sugar and no bread,
East nothing sweet, no rolls, no meat,
The Food controller said.
But would you like some sparrow pie,
To counteract the eel?
A slice of swede is what you need,
And please don’t leave the peel.
But there’s dessert for you, my love,
Some glucose stewed with sloes,
And now good-night – your dreams be bright!
(Perhaps they will – who knows?)
Aelfrida Catharine Wetenhall Tillyard
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