I remember when I was very small

" Put out your buckets " we'd hear the call

"Bombs are coming" Mum would shout"

"Down in the cellar. Don't go out "

Green masks on

Four little frogs

Sitting and waiting on winter logs

Dad out, ready to fight any fire

Mum comforting me cos I was a crier.

At last through the coal hole came

"All's clear"

And everything was all the same

AGAIN