That a certain R.E. Captain
Even then was musing darkly
As to where the stuff had got to.
So they roofed the little dug-out
With the scraps of purloined timber,
With the bits of stolen iron,
Then they piled the roof with sandbags,
Fondly hoping it would keep out
Anyhow a dud or pipsqueak.
Then the tireless Woggs got busy,