(Singing) “Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo!
Trouble starts when Nations grow.
Someone has to stop it—so
Eenee, Meenee, Mainee, Mo
Make—you—It!”
Thus it happened, but none can tell
What was the Power behind the spell—
Fear, or Duty, or Pride, or Faith—
That sent men shuddering out to death—
To cold and watching, and, worse than these,