The Navy Is Very Old And Very

It'is Like A Book, I Think, This Bloomin' World.

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

If Any Question Why We Died Tell Them Because Our Father's Lied.

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards