None Of The Jungle People Like Being

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men (they Taught Me All I Knew); Theirs Names Are What And Why And When And How And Where And Who.

One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

All The People Like Us Are We, And Everyone Else Is They.

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

At Twenty The Things For Which One Does Not Care A Damn Should, Properly, Be Many.