God knows what’s in our nature, she used her hair. He squeezed a horn and chased a squealing woman Across the movie set. We laughed. The horse At the feast of Saturn rode the master’s back. Bless the anonymous indecent Carnival lyrics To the “Colonel Bogey March,” and all the better Knowing there never was a Colonel Bogey: “Himmler had something similar.” Prisoners of war Whistle the tune in Bridge on the River Kwai, “And Goebbels had no balls at all,” but no—No,