As Leaves On The Trees,

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.