Holiday Hotel

HOLIDAY HOTEL Oh you can talk of Ritz and Claridge And of restaurants wax lyrical Never even a beetle or midge A fly in the soup’s an empirical miracle But the finest stay in a hostelry Somewhere between Cairo and Teheran Doubtless without a hint of rivalry The finest room, food and divan Was to be found in a hot desert place Where water was green but delicious. When the sun went down apace The remnant food was nutritious. Night temperature two degree decrease Sleep was a luxury to count on And four hours of delight and peace Once the ants were gone