"Look out for squalls"--on land or sea--
Where duty or where pleasure calls,
A golden rule it seems to be,
Look out for squalls.
Yet in a train that slowly crawls
Somehow it most appeals to me.
For then sometimes, it so befalls,
An infant on its mother's knee
In my compartment Fate installs--
Which makes a nervous man, you see,
Look out for squalls!
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