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I learnt a poem at school called "Hard Cheese", it was by Justin St. John. It began "the grown ups are all safe, tucked up inside where they belong" Thats all I can remember but it was 30 odd years ago. Hope it helps Alison Sanguy ---- My name is Sarah. I hope this awnser helps you. I think i know the poem, we did one called hard cheese in drama. It was by Justin St. John and it read as follows; Hard cheese The grownups are all safe, Tucked up inside, Where they belong. They doze into the telly, Bustle through the washing-up, Snore into the fire, Rustle through the paper. There all there, Out of harm's way. Now it's OUR street: All the backyards, All the gardens, All the shadows, All the dark corners, All the privet hedges, All the lampposts, All the doorways. Here is an important announcement: The army of occupation Is confined to barracks. Hooray. We're the natives. We creep out at night. Play everywhere, Swing on ALL the lampposts, Slit your gizzard? Then, about nine o'clock, We send out search partys. We hear them coming. And we crouch In the garden sheds Behind the dustbins, Up the alley ways, Inside the dustbins, Or stand stock still, And pull ourselves in, As thin as a pin, Behind the lamp-posts. And they stand still, And peer into the dark. They take a deep breath - You can hear it for miles - And then they bawl, They shout, they caterwaul: 'J-i-i-i-i-i-mmeeee!' 'Time for bed. D'youhearme?' 'M-a-a-a-a-a-reeee!' 'J-o-o-o-o-o-hnneeee!' 'S-a-a-a-a-a-mmeeee!' 'Mary!' 'Jimmy!' 'Johnny!' 'Sammy!' Like cats. With very big mouths. Then we give ourselves up, Prisoners of war. Till tomorrow night. But just you wait. One of these nights We'll hold out, We'll lie doggo And wait, and wait, Till they just give up And mumble And go to bed. Just you wait. They'll see! Justin St. John

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