Into a Parish Priest.
Horn has always worked the hardest
At trying to become an blowhard artist
And a great poet he soon became
To find all of his fortune and fame.
God as great as He always has been,
Wasn't sure where he should begin
Regarding making Horn more poetic
Whose appeal was totally pathetic.
When Horn wrote poetry and sang music
You got sick and would leave real quick;
Horn in our choir was no longer allowed
And sounded like someone disembowed.
A dirty hand poor God had been dealt
When He found out how bad Horn smelt;
How could God hurt the fewest the least?
So He turned Horn into a parish priest.