and you mind your mildest manners to the myriad men you meet,
and you sing a song so silly someone starts to sing along,
then you'll wonder where you've wandered to -- and was it really wrong?
If you putter past a perfect path pretending you're a peer,
and the emerging Earl of Everengdon echoes in your ear
and seven seasick sappers sight a savvy sailor's smile,
then wander where you wandered once. It might be worth your while.