Princess Julie's Ransom Note
My oil Sheik
Omar Shariff
Drove me in his jeep
To Al-Kaliq;
I am Princess
Number five
On camel milk
I survive;
I think he's tired
Of me now;
He'll trade me for
A goat or cow.
Behind those velvet eyes
Was someone barmy;
Learning Arabic;
Send the U.S. Army
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