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

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

Mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy I'm so ashamed of it but must admit the sleepless nights I've had About the boy

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…