Those Who Only Know England Know Not

The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I Know How To Listen.

When A Crew And A Captain Understand Each Other To The Core, It Takes A Gale, And More Than A Gale, To Put Their Ship Ashore.

It Was The Forty-fathom Slumber That Clears The Soul And Eye And Heart, And Sends You To Breakfast Ravening. They Emptied A Big Tin Dish Of Juicy Fragments Of Fish- The Blood-ends The Cook Had Collected Overnight. They Cleaned Up The Plates And Pans Of The Elder Mess, Who Were Out Fishing, Sliced Pork For The Midday Meal, Swabbed Down The Foc'sle, Filled The Lamps, Drew Coal And Water For The Cook, An Investigated The Fore-hold, Where The Boat's Stores Were Stacked. It Was Another Perfect Day - Soft, Mild And Clear; And Harvey Breathed To The Very Bottom Of His Lungs.

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"