“So that is the Italian for a dove!
I must remember it.” So in he went
Repeating ever to himself the words
“Spirito Santo! Santo Spirito!”
Those who o’erheard him deemed him a devout
And fervid follower of the Trinity.
And thus strange things do happen in the world.
And having sat him down, the waiter came
And asked His Excellence what he would have;
To which his Gothic Excellence replied: