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 Samurai.