Without a glimmer of a smile
Or a twinkle in his eye
The latest tale would begin to unfold
With an honest John expression
And a would I lie to you
Your attention he would hold.
Hitler he’d say lived down the road
When he was hiding after the war
It was all on the hush hush
Though everyone knew
Cos they’d seen him in the pub
And he’s rumoured to be a lush.
He’s a tiny fella nowt to look at
A bit different without his tash
And he daren’t get got up in jackboots
Or his dressy up Mac
Pretends he’s some canny old fella
But even the kids know the truth
Hitler invaded byker , he’s hiding in plain sight
Wandering around like a lost sheep
While he waits for his mates to arrive
Hitler was there he’s a master of disguise
I know you haven’t seen him yet
But I’m telling you he’s still alive!!
Look Dad are you telling the truth?
I mean it really can’t be true..
With a shocked look he’d say
Would I ever lie to you?
As with all good tales this held a very small grain of truth. This was the story my Dad built around that grain, which was not exactly a truthful grain….