The great Bishop Berkeley

Told the guard cherkily,

Drag the young fellow in here.

I'll toast his nose for him,

I'll roast his toes for him.

Caught bussing wenches - oh dear!"

Good Bishop Berkeley

Scowled at Dick murkily.

Don't you know kissing's a sin?

Tell me the lass's name."

Bishop she be'nt to blame.

I call her Black katherine."

Old Bishop Berkeley

Straightened up jerkily,

Sent for dark Kitty O'Dare.

Dick, what a wrong to do.

It won't be long for you.

Guard, hang him up by the hair."

Fat Bishop Berkeley

Grinned at her smirkily

Kitty, come sit on my knee."

Blushing she came and sat.

He thought he'd tame the cat.

Have you some kisses for me?"

Then Bishop Berkeley

Had his nose wirkily

Pinched up and pulled out of shape.

Then she unsheathed her claws,

Scratched him with both her claws,

Lip, forehead, chin, cheek, and nape.

Poor Bishop Berkelry

Got his ear twirkily

Twisted and bitten and chawed.

Promise you'll let him go."

Murder! You're hurting so."

Promise?" "I promise - oh Gawd!"

So Bishop Berkeley

Not very perkily

Lone in his library sat.

He had lost Kitty's kiss.

She was a pretty miss.

She married Dick and that's that.