There was a young lad who hadn’t a home
so off to the Social he went for a loan.
He told them, I’m hungry, I’ve nothing to eat
no money no food or shoes on my feet.
They told him ‘No’; He began to cry
He pleaded and asked them why not, Why?
I haven’t even got a bed
I may as well be bloody dead.’
Tired hungry and full of woe
what to do he didn’t know?
So off to Calais he went
to live with the refugees. In a tent.
Copyright © Joan Warburton