I Had Good Innings, As The British

No One Escapes The Wilderness On The Way To The Promised Land.

You Can Serve Or You Can Sing, And Wreck Your Heart In Prayer, Working The World's Hard Work.

By Dipping Us Children In The Bible So Often, They Hoped, I Think, To Give Our Lives A Serious Tint, And To Provide Us With Quaintly Magnificent Snatches Of Prayer To Produce As Charms While, Say, Being Mugged For Our Cash Or Jewels.

We Are Here On The Planet Only Once, And Might As Well Get A Feel For The Place.

I Worked So Hard All My Life, And All I Want To Do Now Is Read.