I Keep Six Honest Serving Men.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!

They Copied All They Could Copy, But They Couldn't Copy My Mind; And I Left Them Sweatin' And Stealin', A Year And A Half Behind.

When The Hymalayan Peasant Meets The He-bear In His Pride, He Shouts To Scare The Monster, Who Will Often Turn Aside. But The She-bear Thus Accosted, Rends The Peasant Tooth And Nail, For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth