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