• On a tree lays a pear,
    You must remove with utmost care,
    For if it falls,
    You shall answer Death's calls.
    Your body seared by whip and fire,
    You regret your being a lier,
    You pitiful crier,

    Quiet mortal, for this is Hell,
    This I tell,
    You shall regret not hearing a cathedrals bell,
    And above all, you regret the pear that fell.