But fearing a cross o’ the breed,
The son kept apart th’ unbeliever,
Lest the tube which pass’d Abraham’s seed,
Shou’d enter his mother’s receiver.
Now it seems in the dead of the night,
The parson libidinous grew,
So he nudg’d his fond wife to lie right,
That he might have a family screw;
First having before meat said grace,
He fell too with an appetite craving,