Why couldn't you make a slight shindy before
You poked in your carcase?—We'd held then his tail—it
Must now be 'gen cotched, or some feller will stale it."
But a terrible frown
From the Abbot proceeded,
And he rustled his gown,
Which at once Loony heeded;
For the priests then were held by the whole of the nation
In the highest respect, and in great veneration.
"Your pardon, your rev'rence, I knew not 'twas you,"