A hymn of praise to the defender of our moral standard.

accompagnato:

Who is that in yonder temple?

the gong rings; the city wakes.

throughout the city Berrine Song

casts impiety from its gates.

overture. [instrumental]

aria:

Riding onwards on a moral wave,

Berry greets the bright new day/gay/way/hay.

Who'd have thought it? not his mother,

but we know our souls he'd save.

In the wilds of A4 blooming,

flow'r of england sing to me

of the holy city, father,

guide us on thy righteous way.

Tilmouth, cursèd, spread vile rumours,

haulèd him to Master's Lodge:

but our saviour's well advisèd

from the fork'd-toung'd traitor dodg'd.

impure doctrines he refutèd,

heresy will cow'r before

Father of the holy order,

come to sing our moral law.

Amen:

Alleluja, mores mirabilis.

Amen.

Limbo is the ultimate sexual space.