My feet are those of a child again
Wand'ring along a flowery lane
To a timid little 'vacuee
So many things were puzzling to me.
There was a wood here, where I was told
The fairies lived with their fairy gold
Forgetmenots lined the path to school ...
Some children kind, some children cruel
But where's the school ... and where is the brook?
This muck-filled ditch? I can't bear to look!
And over the fields where the old path bends?
Now there's a sign - 'Motorway Ends'.