Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

The 'eathen In 'is Blindness Must End Where 'e Began. But The Backbone Of The Army Is The Non-commissioned Man!

Shere Khan, The Big One, Has Shifted His Hunting Grounds. He Will Hunt Among These Hills For The Next Moon, So He Has Told Me.