British Sector

West Berlin, British Sector Hotbed of rumour and lies I’m there illegally, not wearing A Jimmy in scaleyback disguise. I was a Secret Squirrel or Sneaky Beak was another name They called us both but They both meant the same. There to report As things moved along Trying to ensure none Of the info was wrong That infamous wall had Not long been built The Cuban Missile Crisis Was running at full tilt. They said there was a minefield Under the duckboard to our site I never knew whether it was Just bull, or whether it was right. You paused at the door to allow The VOPO at the border fence Get a good clear focus On his telephoto lens. If you were a newbie And it was your first time Tradition said you stopped To give him a Churchill sign. There was panic and despair That we were pulling out All from propaganda the Reds Were spreading all about. And then suddenly it was over One Mr K decided to back down And it was time for me to leave That turbulent divided town. A Twin Pioneer took me out Quietly and Illegally by air It’s not shown on my record as Officially I was never ever there.