SPARROWS CAN'T SING
Gawd strewth, there ain't no bluebirds round 'ere,
no whippoorwills neither,
the sparrers are getting rarer too,
though I did see one in Waterloo.
What with the flyovers taking to the sky
there's only pigeons that seem to fly.
Why O why can't we hear the bells
get our East End back agin'
with the corner pubs, the rub a dub dubs
as we used to call 'em.
It's all in the mind is what I say,
now nurse has arrived wiv me morning tea.
She don't speak much English,
but she's so good to me.