I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

And That After This Is Accomplished, And The Brave New World Begins, When All Men Are Paid For Existing And No Man Must Pay For His Sins.

Nations Have Passed Away And Left No Traces, And History Gives The Naked Cause Of It - One Single Simple Reason In All Cases; They Fell Because Their Peoples Were Not Fit.

All Good People Agree, And All Good People Say, All Nice People, Like Us, Are We And Every One Else Is They: But If You Cross Over The Sea, Instead Of Over The Way, You May End By (think Of It!) Looking On We As Only A Sort Of They!

As Surely As Water Will Wet Us, As Surely As Fire Will Burn, The Gods Of The Copybook Headings With Terror And Slaughter Return!