My Little Eye

The cord of my new dressing-gown

he helps me tie

Then on to my father’s shoulder

held high

The world at night with my little eye

I spy

The moon close enough to touch

I try

Silver-painted elephants have learned

to fly

Giants fence with searchlights

in the sky

Too soon into the magic shelter

he and I

Air raids are so much fun

I wonder why

In the bunk below, a big boy

starts to cry.