What a great ball it was, there in Washington. So wonderful. Dancing and dancing, on and on into the night. For a moment all the troubles were forgotten, the step sisters and the Palestinians and the Turks. And Prince Obama was so nice and friendly and considerate, not at all the way I thought.
But now the clock struck midnight and the carriage turned back into a pumpkin , and soon the settlements will get out of freeze. How, oh how am I ever going to get my foot into that '67-borders shoe?