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Albert And His Savings

One day, little Albert

To see 'ow much money 'e'd

Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot

And fiddled and fished out the lot.

It amounted to fifteen and

Which 'e found by a few simple

Were ninety two tuppenny

Or twice that in penn'orths of gums.

The sound of the chinkin' of

Soon brought father's 'ead round the

He said, "Whats that there, on the table?"Albert said it were, "Fifteen and four.""You're not going to spend all that money…"Said Pa, in an admonitory tone"On toffee an' things for your stomach."Said Mother, "Why not?… it's his own."Said Pa, "Nay, with that fifteen shillings,

We'll buy National Savings and then…In five years we'll have seventeen and

And one pound and sixpence, in ten!"Young Albert weren't what you'd call

He saw his sweet dreams fade away,

Ma said, "Let 'im 'ave the odd fourpence."Pa lovingly answered, "Nay… nay!""It's our duty in crisis… what's

For every child, woman and

To strain every muscle and

To raise every penny we can!"He said, "Even this little fourpence…Might help us, the Germans to drub!"Then 'e dropped the four coins in 'is

And made for the neighboring pub.

These words stirred the 'eart of young

He made up 'is mind then and

To take up 'is part in the

And sell everything 'e could spare.

So off 'e went down to the junk

With some toys and a flashlamp, he'd got.

And the stick with the 'orses 'ead

He received half a crown for the lot.

He went off to the Post Office

Where National Savings was

But found that they cost fifteen

Which meant he were twelve and six short.

The little lad wasn't down

He went off without wastin'

And sold 'is dad's smoking

And 'is Mother's glass case of stuffed birds.

At the Post Office counter they gave 'imA certificate all crisp and

Then back 'e went 'ome, to his

To say what a good boy he'd been.

They didn't 'alf shout, when he told

By Gumm… but 'e were in the

But at finish, they 'ad to forgive

It were all done in such a grand cause.

There's a moral, of course. to this

That's pointing to you and to me…Let's all be young Alberts and

To defend the right to be free.

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Marriott Edgar

Marriott Edgar (1880–1951), born George Marriott Edgar in Kirkcudbright, Scotland, was a poet, scriptwriter and comedian, best known for writing…

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