Here-- it went,

[My father he do lie in the depths of the pub ]

[With his feet t'wards the door and his head to the hub... ]

... so next the man's friends would drag him bodily to beg intercession at the porcelain pedestal, where he would lie with one eye barely open at its base gazing up in wonder and confusing it with the Cross, and the next verse would be his rather confused prayer... oh my rhyming function just won't cooperate, but the IMAGES!!!... and he would love to be able to reach the heights he can glimpse from below, but alas is too weak a sinner to raise up... Mmario, take it!!!

...so he leaves his offering at the foot of the pedestal...

...images fading... go for it friends!

~S~