Today I took the Shinkansen
Up north to Yamagata.
Was early on the platform, then
Stood waiting, drinking water. 

I saw another train pull in.
It was the final station, 
And all alit amid the din
Of public address nation. 

Before the passengers embark,
The train crew boards the wagon –
For five minutes a holy ark,
A fire-breathing dragon. 

But lo! two women try to board
Before the cleaning’s o’er!  
Lo! they are swiftly spit, my Lord,
Right out the other door! 

So hey! McCain! and yo! Barack! 
You’ve got no need to worry. 
Send all these train crews to Iraq:
They’ll clean up in a hurry.