Compton MacKenzie,
Kensington Rhymes
“ And fetch Miss Perkins' shawl. THE wettest days in London Are quite a jolly spree: Our house is like an island, The wet street like a sea. The rain beats on our windows And splashes on the sill; But the dining-room's a jungle, The staircase is a hill. Our camping-ground's the nursery, The hall's a coral-reef; My sister's cot's a schooner, And Nurse an Indian chief. Miss Perkins is a pirate, The maids are cannibals; They have orgies in the pantry Unless a person calls. ”
