See Now, How Men Lay Blame Upon

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Nor Can One Word Be Chang'd But For A Worse.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.