Camberley

I wonder whether you would make

A friend of Mrs. Kittiwake?

Colonel Kittiwake, it’s true,

Is not the sort of man for you.

I’ll tell you how to get to know

Their cosy little bungalow.

When sunset gilds the Surrey pines

The fam’ly usually dines.

So later, in the Surrey dark,

Make for Poonah Punkah Park,

And by the monument to Clive

You’ll come to Enniscorthy Drive,

Coolgreena is the last of all,

And mind the terrier when you call.

The drawing-room is done in pink

The other rooms are mauve, I think,

So when you see electric light

Behind pink curtains it’s all right.

Knock gently, don’t disturb the maid,

She’s got to clear, and I’m afraid

That she is less inclined to take

The blame than Mrs. Kittiwake.