Copyright © Christine Burns 1995,96
Mummy there’s a man out on our doorstep He’s bleeding, can you please help him .. come ? I’m sorry but I’m listening on the telephone You know I’m a Samaritan my son. Mummy, please come quick the man is dying Oh can’t you call an ambulance, pray ? Oh no, I must respect his independence But say I’ll come and listen, if he’ll stay Mummy, now the man is begging for you He says he needs your help to save his life He knows your work is frightfully important But daddy says to point out you’re his wife