In Hong Kong They strike a gong And fire off a noonday gun To reprimand Each inmate Who's in late.

In a jungle town Where the sun beats down To the rage of man and beast, The English garb Of the English sahib Merely gets a bit more creased. In Bangkok At twe…

In Bengal, To move at all Is seldom if ever done.

In Rangoon The heat of noon Is just what the natives shun, They put their Scotch Or Rye down And lie down.