With us upon an Air-raid day!
Why did we never think to tell her
That there were Lizards in the cellar
Or Spiders or an Open Drain!
How shall we ever now explain
That “Antique Vase” we said was lost,
That Nile green horror, gold embossed,
Her Wedding Present—there it lay
Before her eyes, as plain as day!
We almost wished a bomb would fall