The Motto Of All The Mongoose Family

It Was The Forty-fathom Slumber That Clears The Soul And Eye And Heart, And Sends You To Breakfast Ravening. They Emptied A Big Tin Dish Of Juicy Fragments Of Fish- The Blood-ends The Cook Had Collected Overnight. They Cleaned Up The Plates And Pans Of The Elder Mess, Who Were Out Fishing, Sliced Pork For The Midday Meal, Swabbed Down The Foc'sle, Filled The Lamps, Drew Coal And Water For The Cook, An Investigated The Fore-hold, Where The Boat's Stores Were Stacked. It Was Another Perfect Day - Soft, Mild And Clear; And Harvey Breathed To The Very Bottom Of His Lungs.

Well, If I Am A Man, A Man I Must Become.

The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly Where Each Tooth Point Goes.

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.

If Any Question Why We Died Tell Them Because Our Father's Lied.