Saving the Cathedral 3

When Coventry was cowed, it got Godiva. The French were frantic, so God sent them Joan, and Stanley showed up just when Livingstone required him. Enter left, a doughty diver! What wasn’t needed was a fancy talker, back-slapping, banter-cracking, glib buffoon. This called for someone steady, silent, hewn from granite And his name was William Walker. The work was not too tricky, in itself. One man alone could cut away the wood (but under water, mind you). Not for pelf (the word exists – go look it up!), nor yet for fame, but just because somebody should, bold Walker took it on. We’re in his debt.