It's Clever, But Is It

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

If You Can Keep Your Head When All About You Are Losing Theirs And Blaming It On You, If You Can Trust Yourself When All Men Doubt You, But Make Allowance For Their Doubting Too;!

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

The Tumalt And Shouting Dies, The Captains And The Kings Depart. Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice, An Humble And A Contrite Heat. Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget, Lest We Forget.

Borrow Trouble For Yourself, If That's Your Nature, But Don't Lend It To Your Neighbours.