None Of The Jungle People Like Being

Also, We Will Make Promise. So Long As The Blood Endures, I Shall Know That Your Good Is Mine: Ye Shall Feel That My Strength Is Yours: In The Day Of Armageddon, At The Last Great Fight Of All, That Our House Stand Together And The Pillars Do Not Fall.

I Worked Like A Horse And I Ate Like A Hog And I Slept Like A Dead Man.

Now, Don't Be Angry After You've Been Afraid. That's The Worst Kind Of Cowardice.

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards

Of Course The Man Was Wild Too. He Was Dreadfully Wild. He Didn't Even Begin To Be Tame Till He Met The Woman, And She Told Him That She Did Not Like Living In His Wild Ways. She Picked Out A Nice Dry Cave, Instead Of A Heap Of Wet Leaves, To Lie Down In; And She Strewed Clean Sand On The Floor; And She Lit A Nice Fire Of Wood At The Back Of The Cave; And She Hung A Dried Wild-horse Skin, Tail Down, Across The Opening Of The Cave; And She Said, 'wipe Your Feet, Dear, When You Come In, And Now We'll Keep House.