SAND IN MY SOCKS
When the sands in my socks
And the suns in my eyes,
And I can’t see the jam on
My pudding for flies,
I can quite understand
Though I’m half ‘off my chump’
How the poor patient camel
Came by his hump.
All my heart is in Blighty
Amongst you again
And I think with a sigh of
The mud and the rain.
So I send you a greeting
Dear friends o’er the foam
And I’ll hope for a message
From home, home sweet home.
Elsie Hancock - WRAF 109 MU