Holes in the Sky

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Early one morning to walk through the fire Dodging the pythons that leaked on the pavements With tinkle of glasses and tangle of wire; When grimed to the eyebrows I met an old fireman Who looked at me wryly and thus did he say.