There are no ifs in Sarah's world,
No ifs or ands or maybes,
The Law to Moses was unfurled
And called for catching babies.
The immigration officers
Took babies from their mothers,
To following orders not averse
Regardless of their druthers.
A tiny tot was rudely snatched,
Tears fell, and sobs were heard,
But clear of conscience Sarah watched,
Compassion was not stirred.
"We'll catch them with our traps and nets,
Which, proving insufficient,
We'll requisition bayonets,
For catching babes efficient."
So Sarah spoke, and ever pledged
Allegience to her god,
An orange Moses privileged,
And never spared the rod.