Our hearts where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith, and our hope, and our honor, We pledge to our native soil. God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all.
Rudyard KiplingBeing kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.
Rudyard Kipling