In a broadcast talk yesterday, the Chief Commissioner of Police (General-Blamey) asked parents not to parade the policeman before children as a terrifying bogey man. How much better for the community to have the constable looked on as the kiddies' friend!

I knew a policeman once --
   And this is true as it ever could be --
Who made me feel an awful dunce;
   'Cos I lost my dad, and it frightened me.
He came and took me by the hand
   "Well, now," said he; "young fella-me-lad,
No need to cry, I understand.
   You'll soon be back with mummy and dad."
 
I knew the big policeman well
   Before he'd talked the teeniest while.
Such a lot of things he had to tell;
   And he had the cheeriest, merriest smile.
"I've got a nipper at home like you --
   So high, young fella-me-lad," he said.
And all at once -- as true as true --
   I forgot to cry, and I laughed instead.
 
And then the big policeman said:
   "Ho, that's the stuff for the troops, old son!"
The funniest things came into his head;
   And I laughed and laughed at every one.
And when they found my mummy and dad,
   And he patted my head and said good-bye.
Somehow or other I felt quite sad;
   But I knew he'd be sorry to see me cry.
 
I know that all policemen now
   Are just like that, and it's silly to think
They frown and bully and make a row,
   Why, you ought to have seen my merry one wink!
And when I pass where he has his beat,
   When I'm out for a walk with mummy and dad,
I wave to my big friend in the street,
   "What Ho," says he, "young fella-me-lad."

"Den"
Herald, 25 October 1933, p6