Well there was a knock on the door last night
The peace of the household was shattered all right
It was bedlam and the kids were having a fight
Disgruntled I got up and switched on the light
When I opened the door I half expected to find
The Jehovah witnesses or something of the kind
The milkman collecting his son running behind
Some kind of salesman with forms to be signed
Instead I found a couple in middle age I suppose
Rattling a tin collecting for what god knows
"Good evening we're collecting for Dr Barnado's"
I glanced back; "good you can take one of those".
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