Here's an unusual ditty about the World War 2 housing shortage sung by a cabaret singer in Miami, from Life Magazine, February 12, 1945:

Lyrics by Lucy Stoute, as sung by Beth Challis at Jordan's Bar of Music

We Have No Apartment

Ladies and gentlemen, I come to Miami for a vacation,
But where do I live? At the railroad station!
Now for ten weeks or more
I've knocked on every door,
From every roof to cellar floor,
And every answer I've had was "No!
No, we have no apartment --
We have no apartment today!"

But I finally found me a place and all would agree,
It's a pleasure, a treasure --
It's a hole in a tree,
And the landlord, the snooty with a high nasal squeak,
Demanded "One hundred and fifty a week!"

I do wonder what the tune might have been.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble