By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Nor Can One Word Be Chang'd But For A Worse.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

When Are People Going To Learn? Democracy Doesn't Work.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.