The Psychiatrists' Safari

We are going on safari today to catch psychiatrists. You must be quick to catch one, As a tribe they are slippery as a slide in Vladivostok. Their chemical constitution Is two thirds sulphur, one third gas and treacle. They cultivate anonymity under white coats Their diet is diagnosis Fed by the slow dissection of egos Succulent as vol aux vents. In the human zoo, someone is always outside, Someone is always in. We are going on safari today, to capture psychiatrists, Pied Pipers of brats and brawlers And mind-states of no fixed abode.