That’s a Moray

I found this oldie-but-goodie online. If the one source I found is correct, we’re not sure who penned this parody:

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 chews dried grass,
And then begs for more, alas,
That’s some more hay.

When your sheep go to graze,
In a damp marshy place,
That’s a moor, eh?

When your boat comes home fine,
And you tie up her line,
That’s a moor, eh?

When Othello’s poor wife,
Becomes stabbed with a knife,
That’s a Moor, eh?

When you ace your last tests,
Like you did all the rest,
That’s some more A’s!

When on Mt. Cook you see,
A long aborigine,
That’s a Maori.

When your chocolate graham
Is so full and so crammed,
That s’more, eh?

http://homepage.ntu.edu.tw/~karchung/intro%20page%2024b.htm

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