He is a kind and gentle man
who wouldn't harm a fly:
he really loves his country
so, I'd like to find out why,
when he checks in at the airport
in bright red, white and blue,
he must remove his clothing
from his head down to his shoe.
He's then escorted to a room
which hides him from our glance
and faced with the indignity
of opening his pants.
He came out looking sheepish,
and flustered too, was he
as he walked slowly toward
my friend Faith and me.
I ached for his embarrasment
which in his face, I did see,
as I breathed a sigh of thankfulness
that it was he instead of me.
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