One Man In A Thousand, Solomon Says.

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.

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

Our England Is A Garden, And Such Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh How Wonderful' And Sitting In The Shade, While Better Men Than We Go Out, And Start Their Working Lives By Grubbing Weeds From Garden Paths With Broken Dinner Knives.

They Will Come Back, Come Back Again, As Long As The Red Earth Rolls. He Never Wasted A Leaf Or A Tree. Do You Think He Would Squander Souls?

I Had Never Seen The Jungle. They Fed Me Behind Bars From An Iron Pan Till One Night I Felt That I Was Bagheera - The Panther - And No Man's Plaything, And I Broke The Silly Lock With One Blow Of My Paw And Came Away; And Because I Had Learned The Ways Of Men, I Became More Terrible In The Jungle Than Shere Khan.