School boys sit atop the wall,
propaganda tracts in hands.
‘Won’t you all come,
where the wild tigers run –
for God’s sake, young man, heed the call!’
With their childish, merry glee
they go to tell their friends.
‘Won’t you come, too,
with me and the crew –
for adventure’s sake, chums, to the Sea!’
Soon, innocence trickles down,
at the scene they have wrought.
‘Won’t they forgive us,
and what our weaponry does –
for England’s sake, savage, for the Crown!’