The poem is "Tommy", alanabit, (and it's a song too of course, as Peter Bellamy made sure):

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:

O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins," when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mr. Atkins", when the band begins to play...

And the rest of it is here.

Bin Laden took 343 firefighters - I'd imagine the Mayor's score is probably a bit higher than that.

And over here they're hellbent on cutting back on the firefighters. They call it modernsation.

"Tell all your children to tell all their children..."