There's Lots Of People -

I've Watched My Duty, Straight An' True, An' Tried To Do It Well; Part Of The Time Kept Heaven In View, An' Part Steered Clear Of Hell.

The Editor Sat In His Sanctum, His Countenance Furrowed With Care, His Mind At The Bottom Of Business, His Feet At The Top Of A Chair, His Chair-arm An Elbow Supporting, His Right Hand Upholding His Head, His Eyes On His Dusty Old Table, With Different Documents Spread.

Boys Flying Kites Haul In Their White Winged Birds; You Can't Do That Way When You're Flying Words. Careful With Fire, Is Good Advice We Know Careful With Words, Is Ten Times Doubly So. Thoughts Unexpressed May Sometimes Fall Back Dead; But God Himself Can't Kill Them When They're Said.

Over All Our Happy Country - Over All Our Nation Spread, Is A Band Of Noble Heroes - Is Our Army Of The Dead.

Not All The Labour Of The Earth Is Done By Hardened Hands.