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