Silhouettes of Orientals + 

The Sultan is a Muscleman; + 

He’s full of vim and whack, + 

And if you want a tussle man + 

His back. + 

Because he’s a Mahometan, + 

They think him mighty slow. + 

He’s quicker than a comet⁠—an + 

Auto! + 

He doesn’t often waste a fit, + 

But throws it where ’twill tell. + 

Blood? Yes, he likes the taste of it + 

Right well. + 

That angel, the Bulgarian, + 

Is just a bird of pray. + 

His soul’s as white as Parian, + 

They say. + 

His halo fits him pleasantly + 

And he has two great wings. + 

He tunes his harp, and presently + 

He sings: + 

“My shoulder inoffensively + 

Bears this dear little chip. + 

Pass on, wayfarer, pensively⁠— + 

Don’t flip.” + 

The thoughtful Moslem pins the chip + 

Fast with a dagger. Oh, + 

That angel-person’s sins of lip + 

Are low! + 

The Armenian is a sassy cur, + 

Cantankerous to boot, + 

Nor draws the line at massacre + 

And loot. + 

But when the Kurd in revelry + 

Slays, burns, imprisons, fines, + 

That bad gent to the devil he + 

Consigns. + 

My muse cannot exemplify + 

The Macedonian⁠—she + 

Refuses to attempt to fly + 

So free. + 

Old Philip, King of Macedon, + 

Is many ages dead; + 

We have this little gassy don + 

Instead. + 

Is he a Unitarian, + 

A Moslem, Buddhist, Jew⁠— + 

Or just a gowned barbarian + 

With trousers on his Mary Ann? + 

Don’t know⁠—do you? + 