i dreamed i was woodrow wilson
with a top hat full of mice
i asked d’annunzio for a sandwich
but i had to ask him twice
when mata hari saw my sandwich
she demanded one of her own
lloyd george tapped on the window
but he was only skin and bone
i asked sir edward grey for a pumpkin
and up popped stefan zweig
he offered me a crumpet and a shoelace
and i had no place to hide
what is this strange creature
playing solitaire in the sand?
i thought of asking for a ticket to cairo
and it replied: romain rolland
the waiter hovering in the shadows
looked like babe ruth
he asked if i would sign his treaty
but i was afraid to tell the truth
don’t cry for me, tanganyika
on your carefully worded knees
but bring me the price of raisins
and walk in the rain, if you please
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