Poem possibly by Betty Mould, Queen Mary's Army Auxiliary Corps, 1919 (c)

From a collection of papers of Betty Mould MBE (1895-1988), Women's Army Auxiliary Corps and Queen Mary's Army Auxiliary Corps, 1909-1981.

Entitled 'She never smiled again', it reads:

Oh little Miss "Wack" with hair so black

and a twinkle in your eye

You used to smile when ere we met.

But now you pass us by

With grim set mouth, averted glance,

And an air so stern and glum,

That we all sit shivering in our chairs

And wonder what we've done.

So give again we beg of you

The bright and gladsome eye,

And cease your "undertakers " look

Each time you pass us by.

If we have erred, we all of us,

With one accord repent,

And trust that in your noble heart,

To us you will relent.

If you do this, to be good boys

We'll try with might and main,

But of Miss "Wack" with wicked eyes,

For the L-----sake smile again.

Oh Greta dear now did you hear,

The news that's going around.

That in a corner of the Close

A body has been found.

The body of your poor dead cat.
Whose death your poor heart broke,

The skin of which we think you've used

As fur to trim your coat.