It's his first day at school and he does not want to go
He keeps pulling me back and yelling NO! NO! NO!
It took me a while to soothe him and get him settled down
To make him stop his crying and wipe away the frown.

The teacher helped to calm him telling him what they do
Showing him round the classroom and where to find the loo.
The children gathered round and said " What is your name?
Would you like to play with us and join in our little game?"

The tears had stopped by this time and happily off he went
I was feeling quite deflated, my ego had suffered a dent.
He had forgotten all about me and gone off without a kiss
Now its me whose sobbing her socks off his presence I will miss.

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My mums had a baby, a playmate for me
She said that she found him under a tree.
I don't like him when he's crying and is always wet
But I suppose at the time it was all she could get.

He's small at the moment and does nothing but yell
And sometimes he burps and makes a bad smell,
I'll teach him nursery rhymes and "Winnie the Pooh"
And how to use the toilet and not wee in his shoe.

We will draw lots of pictures and have lots of fun
And we will play in the paddling pool out in the sun.
I WILL look after him, I will make sure of that
And we will share my books about Postman Pat

We will play at "Bob the Builder" and build a wall
I will teach him his ABC and watch him grow tall
I will tell him about the animals that live in the Zoo
In fact I will tell him everything he can and can't do

I'll show him how to eat and how to drink out of a cup
Though I am only just turned six I feel I'm quite grown-up.

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No money did we have years ago and we were very poor
And we used to dread the rent man's knock upon the door.
No fitted carpets or central heating or fancy inside loos
It was hand me down clothes and big holes in our shoes.

No electric hoovers to clean with we just had rag rugs
Which were beaten and shaken to get rid of the bugs.
Clothes washed by hand no machines in those days
Heavy gas irons to press with, there was no time to laze.

Camphor bags tied round our necks to ward away the ills
Flannelette vests we had to wear to keep out winter chills.
No televisions or telephones nor computers and such
A wireless we listened to but was forbidden to touch.

But we respected our elders and were seen but not heard
And woe betides any who tried to have the last word.
There were no treats in my day, never had anything good
We had no McDonalds, pizzas, crisp's or take away food.

There wasn't much to eat, mainly potatoes and dry bread
Oh! Yes our rations were meagre but at least we were fed.
Our parents had no money to spare for an expensive toy
So a blooming great cardboard box was our pride and joy.

A rope tied round a lamppost to make an exciting swing
And marbles, yo-yo's and cigarette cards were the in thing.
We lived on the poverty line but our lives were no bore
Because we were the youth of the Second World War.

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