Strange fits of hunger have I known:
And I will dare to eat
But in my locked room all alone,
Where none can see this feat.
The way that food looked every day
Then made me want to swoon,
So I to the shop bent my way
Beneath an evening moon.
Upon the food I fixed my eye
All to be such a treat;
With quickening heart my hand drew nigh
Those chips I love to eat.
Now late they wanted the shop key
And, as they climbed the stairs,
With hopeful heart we hear them talk
Of sweets and choc eclairs.
In one of those brick rooms I worked,
Kind Uni's greatest boon?
And all the while my food I kept
On the shelf within my room.
And so we eat on: sweet after sweet
We eat and never diet
So our weight is always gaining
For, if there's food, we buy it.
What mean and mournful thoughts will slide
Into a poor girl's head?
"Oh mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If only we'd been fed!"