Two thousand years ago or more
When God’s own Son did tred the shore
And angels still had free access
To every spot that earth possessed
There was a man of great repute
Round whom there was a huge dispute.
This humble man of power and fame
Then known as John, his given name
Who thrived on honey and locusts
With leather belt round his waist trussed
O’er his robe of camel hair made,
So sad that he won’t make the grade.
The “Baptist” was how he’d been called
Beheading was his final fall
Remember Herod’s Salome
It was her dance did John away !