So in a rowboat there was Gandhi
And Condoleezza, known as Condi,
Yet, losing buoyancy, they think
Perhaps the boat’s about to sink.
“There is not room for both of us”
Says one; the other makes no fuss.
Says Condi: “You remain on board,
Great Saint, in Satyagraha moored.”
Before he has the chance to thank her,
She says, “Here comes an oil tanker
(The one that was in all its pride
Named after me): I’ll hitch a ride!”