Some will remember the lady with her umbrella … a story and a song “Tuppence a bag”
Yet how many will remember,
The lady with the bags?
As she pushes her trolley and bags,
White hair, voluptuous, curvaceous,
Singing in the early hours of the morning,
Penniless, as she was given the coins and coppers she smiled,
“Thank you sweetie”
To feed her birds, as she scattered the crumbs and the birds came …
She had nothing but the little she had,
She gave to Mother Nature …
No need to fly over to Westminster,
To see the pigeons peck on the floor,
Or Trafalgar Square to reminds us,
Of the lions eagerly waiting that should stand guard,
Did you walk the cobbled streets?