The Greeks they launched a thousand ships To bring Helen back to shore If she had been a patch on Ruth They’d have sent a thousand more. And the Trojans would have left the horse Outside the walls of Troy And kept Ruth hidden in their hearts And disguised her as a boy. Then stole her away to Egypt In some fragrant caravan And built for her a pyrmaid While she burnished off her tan. Cleopatra would have sulked and stormed And berated Anthony “Who is this sphinxy beauty She dare invade my territory?” And as she shimmered in the desert Like Salome’s silky veil The Greeks, now all crestfallen Turn for Athens and set sail. Ah, then would Heaven heave a sigh Of cherish and release And Ruth recline across the sky A goddess, at her ease. Laocoon”beware of greeks bearing gifts”.