    I saw a chapel all of gold
    That none did dare to enter in,
    And many weeping stood without,
    Weeping, mourning, worshipping.

    I saw a serpent rise between
    The white pillars of the door,
    And he forced and forced and forced;
    Down the gold hinges tore.

    And along the pavement sweet,
    Set with pearls and rubies bright,
    All his slimy length he drew
    Till upon his altar white,

    Vomiting his poison out
    On the bread and on the wine.
    So I turned into a sty
    And laid me down among the swine.