My amazon six-triggered bride

now searching for a place to hide

still sees the truth quite easily

but shrouds all else in mystery

while madmen in top hats and tails

impale themselves on six-inch nails

and some Arabian also-ran

impersonates a watering can



Some Santa Claus-like face of note

entreats my ears to set afloat

my feeble sick and weary brain

and I am overcome with shame

and hide inside my overcoat

and hurriedly begin to quote

while some Arabian sheikh most grand

impersonates a hot-dog stand



The Red Cross ambulance outside

can only mean that I must hide

'til dusk and finally the night

when I will make a hasty flight

across the sea and far away

to where the weary exiles stay

and some Arabian oil-well

impersonates a padded cell