When someone splashes paint across your “breeks”;
If you can work like Wild and then, like “Wuzzles,”
Spend a convivial night with some “old bean,”
And then come down and meet the Boss at breakfast
And never breathe a word of where you’ve been;
If you can keep your feet when all about you
Are turning somersaults upon the deck,
And then go up aloft when no one told you,
And not fall down and break your blooming neck;
If you can fill the port and starboard bunkers