There were times when I was caught in disarray

Like when I got stuck in a Paris elevator, or so I should say

I was trapped on the hotel’s floor negative three

Behind five other girls, all taller than me!

We called hotel service, but he spoke only Français

So we all tried our best to say what we wanted to say:

Help! Help! Help us! We’re trapped in the lift!

Aidons-nous! Aidons-nous! We might fall if we shift!

And when help came–the bellboy and his crowbar–

We'd all learned our lesson, the best one by far;

Old lifts can't take six people's weights combined

So our lesson was learned, a bit too well defined.

Once out, we climbed six flights of stairs, my roommate and I,

Then recounted our experience while I tried not to cry,

For my panic had been great, and yet I still laughed

Since the thought of it all now seemed rather daft.

As I retell my story I can now truthfully confirm

That the old lifts in Paris (and let me be firm)

Are a most unpleasant thing, but let me not dwell

On those ten short minutes when we were stuck in a cell.