In his comfy green stall nestling,
Hooted with infectious laughter
Like a schoolboy at a panto,
Clapped the songs and jokes and dances
As he’d never done in peace time.
Happy still when it was over,
Thinking of the dance and Murray’s—
Sped there in a wangled taxi,
All too soon fetched up at Murray’s.
Murray’s just the same as ever,