What Is The Law Of The Jungle?

And Some Can Pot Begonias And Some Can Bud A Rose, And Some Are Hardly Fit To Trust With Anything That Grows.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.

Take Up The White Man's Burden -- Send Forth The Best Ye Breed -- Go, Bind Your Sons To Exile To Serve Your Captives Need.

We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!