Written While Listening To Mozart's Flute Concertos 1&2 Poem by M.L. Squier

Dedicated to Peace

The padishah was riding on a bright and
Bejeweled packsaddle, but he really
Preferred to be behind a holy paddle-wheel.
The padishah was riding on a bright and
Bejeweled packsaddle, but it was his friend
The paddock that he sat upon,
Out of its home and free to roam,
Like some hungry pagan in ancient Rome.
The padishah was riding on his bright and
Bejeweled packsaddle,
Singing a paen of peace as he gently
Paddywhacked his friend the paddock.
Both were searching for a padre to give them
Some warm paddy to feast upon.
The padishah was riding on his bright and
Bejeweled packsaddle,
Like a hopeful paladin,
Riding through the
World's palace of sin.