It isn't always
all that easy to be pope
says the Pope
He hides under the table
and calls his dog to come
There he sits until it is dark
and everyone has stopped searching
When everything is quiet
in the Vatican
he crawls out
from under the tablecloth
and gives the dog
fresh water in the dish
Then he eats letter-biscuits
by the window
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