So long a time ago was a little city
Where violence and crime were deep-rooted and thriving
And in her bedlam dwelt a pious little lad
A child of God who was God-fearing and loving.

This lad went about the city from dawn till dusk
Beseeching all to repent of their evil deeds.
(For wise was he and he knew of the wrath to come)
But none ever hearkened nor ever gave him heed .

At that time, a very great king lived far away
Righteous was he and greatly feared among all lands
For great was his kingdom and his host of armies;
Men of valour who constitute' a mighty band.

News of this little city came to this king ears
And at once was his wrath set upon the city-
To overthrow the land and possess it at once
And procure an end to all their iniquity.

So the king anon summoned some of his servants
To spy the land if perchance some vice they might find
With which to justify that of which hath been heard
That if it chanced to be false, he might change his mind.

So this men set out to perform the king's order,
Three sagacious men to visit the land to spy
And each took along his items for the journey
Then with a parting word each bade his kindred bye.

The journey lasted three days on three donkeys back
And when at last they got to the city's outskirts
At even they stopped and pitched their tent and rested
Of all their labour and quenched their hunger and thirst.

Then afterwards when spirits and souls were revived
And the shadow of the night was fast drawing near
Two amongst these men arose to begin their quest
While one stayed to fend for the donkeys in his care

So the duo approached the city on legs that night
And made it within just before the gates were shut
But found no place to pass the night or lay their heads
For the people of the land admitted them not.

Thence did they sleep without a shelter over them
In the cold and wind of a keen wintery weather
And alas the clouds poured heavily in torrents
And they both slept cuddled up with one another.

Then at morrow, both rose a great while before dawn
And were settled at different parts of the city
In guise of a sick beggar and a blind old man-
Perhaps if some men would their conditions pity

The sick beggar was settled at a certain street
And in his disguise along the street he did lie
In his wet costume, with his bowl and a long stick
And shivering fervidly as one about to die.

While the blind old man sat along another street
While he leant upon a long stick with his legs crossed; With a bowl before him his gaze was bent upwards
And he seemed bat-blind as though his sight he'd long lost.