THE SILVER SPOON.
If you’re just a bloke Who is sometimes broke, Altho’ you have ambition, They will pass you by If you’ve no school tie, When you sit for your commission. For you’ve got no hope, If your tie’s just rope, To a gunner’s life you’re fated, And they 11 send you home, If your spoon was chrome, Or tin that was silver-plated. But if your blood’s blue, And you’re in “ Who’s Who,” And your old man’s from Poona, And your open gate, Shows much silver plate, You’ll get your commission sooner. Now don't despair, Or tear your hair, If you find you’re inefficient, Your old man’s station Will save the nation, His name should be sufficient. And if Japs land, Upon the Strand, The silver-spoon alliance, Will wave on high The old school tie, And dazzle them with science.
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Flak, 1 July 1943, Page 31
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141THE SILVER SPOON. Flak, 1 July 1943, Page 31
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