When your lost in the Wild, and your scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock you revolver and. . . die.
But the Code of Man says: "Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow. . .
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's
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