little bombardier
bowie, david
lines of worry appeared with age
unskilled hands that knew no trade
spent his time in the picture house
four bright eyes gazed longinly
at the ice-cream in the hand of
sunshine entered our frankie's days
his life was fun and his life was full of joy
two young children had changed his aims
he gave them toffees and played their games
he brought them presents with every coins he made
then two gentlemen called him
why was he friends with the children
leave them alone or we'll get sore
we've had blokes like you in the station before
the hand of authority said no more" to