“When you’re lost in the Wild and you’re scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you’re sore as a boil it’s according to Hoyle To cock your revolver…and die. But the Code of a Man says: “Fight all you can,” And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow… It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard.”