161 Via Singapore We've got the blinkin' Zoo here, But we ain't in Regent's Park; They never sweep the roads here, And the jungle's pretty dark; We've muck up to our eyes here, And the towns ain't on the map, A stick can be a snake here, And a tree may be a Jap. It's hard tack and compo-rations, Dirty bilge and bully beef; There's no time for steak and onions, When a Jap's behind a leaf. But by heck! through swamp and mangrove We shall settle this old score; We'll be coming back to England— And that's via Singapore.