Here you will find the Poem The London 'Bobby' of poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital Here in my cosy corner, Before a blazing log, I?m thinking of cold London Wrapped in its killing fog; And, like a shining beacon Above the picture grim, I see the London `Bobby, ? And sing my song for him. I see his stalwart figure, I see his kindly face, I hear his helpful answer At any hour or place. For, though you seek some by-way Long miles from his own beat, He tells you all about it, And how to find the street. He looks like some bold Viking, This king of earth?s police ? Yet in his voice lies feeling, And in his eyes lies peace; He knows and does his duty ? (What higher praise is there?) And London?s lords and paupers Alike receive his care. He has a regal bearing, Yet one that breathes repose; It is the look and manner Of one who thinks and knows. Oh, men who govern nations, In old worlds or new, Turn to the London `Bobby? And learn a thing or two.