Them early Christian martyrs, right?
Who had them fearsome lions to fight…
I don’t know what they got them sainthoods for.
For lions may have great big teef,
But in the face of bold belief,
They make more of a ‘whimper’ than a ‘roar’.
These modern martyrs here today,
They suffers in anuvver way,
A way of cankers and brimful of bile.
Their neighbours is the foremost cause,
For though they’ve not got great big claws
Inside they’re teethful as a crocodile.
And so if I could pick my fight,
‘Gainst sword-blows or the lions’ might,
Or have to face a letter that is ‘stern’….
I think I’d run from smiling foes,
And myriad other secret woes,
And gladly give the savage lions a turn.