The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I

And When Your Back Stops Aching And Your Hands Begin To Harden, You Will Find Yourself A Partner In The Glory Of The Garden.

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.

For Undemocratic Reasons And For Motives Not Of State, They Arrive At Their Conclusions, Largely Inarticulate. Being Void Of Self-expression They Confide Their Views To None; But Sometimes In A Smoking Room, One Learns Why Things Were Done.

A Boy Of To-day Is Affected By Every Change Of Tone And Gust Of Opinion, So That He Lies Even When He Desires To Speak The Truth.

If You Can Keep Your Wits About You While All Others Are Losing Theirs, And Blaming You. The World Will Be Yours And Everything In It, What's More, You'll Be A Man, My Son.