Lawrence, a Modern Saga, Part the First

They called him Lawrence of Neasden And he dressed in Khaki shorts And he always rode a camel Which he kept in his car port Oblivious to the glances Of the people passing by He solemnly rode his mount And he always wore a tie He knew he had a mission Was ready for the call Though quite what it was He’d really no idea at all So he kept himself in condition Led a blameless model life Denied himself the joys Of a family and a wife When the human race required it He was primed and ready to serve You could see in his steely glance He was a man of drive and nerve And the people could sleep soundly Even though they didn’t really know Come hell or high water Lawrence was ready to go