When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore.
When an eel bites your hand and that’s not what you planned
That’s a moray.
When our habits are strange and our customs deranged
That’s our mores.
When your horse munches straw and the bales total four
That’s some more hay.
When Othello’s poor wife, she gets stabbed with a knife
That’s a Moor, eh?
When a Japanese knight used a sword in a fight
That’s Sa…mur…ai.
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