If they can stand it, I can.

What shall I sing ?" "What do you know ?" "I only know one song.

I'll sing that, but on one condition." "Name it ?" answered the mask.
"That you'll join in and sing the chorus." There was a moment of hesitation; then the masks nodded, and Joel mounted to a chair and with a comical grimace of despair at West, who sat scowling on the couch, he began: "There is a flag of crimson hue, The fairest flag that flieth, Whose folds wave over hearts full true, As nobody denieth.
Here's to the School, the School so dear; Here's to the soil it's built on! Here's to the heart, or far or near, That loves the Flag of Hillton.'" Joel was not much of a singer, but his voice was good and he sang as though he meant it.

Outfield sat unresponsive until the verse was nearly done; then he moved restlessly and waited for the chorus, and when it came joined in with the rest; and the strains of Hilltonians rang triumphantly through the building.
"Hilltonians, Hilltonians, your crimson banner fling Unto the breeze, and 'neath its folds your anthem loudly sing! Hilltonians, Hilltonians, our loyalty we'll prove Beneath the flag, the crimson flag, the bonny flag we love!" The Knights of the Sacred Order of Hullabalooloo signified their approval and demanded the next verse.

And Joel sang it.