When the moon hits your eye,
Like a big pizza pie,
That's amore.
When an eel bites you hand,
And that's not what you had planned,
That's a moray.
When your horse chews dried grass,
And begs for more, alas,
That's some more hay.
When your sheep go to graze,
In a damp marshy place,
That's a moor, eh?
