Hey, did you hear about Ratzinger?
The road is what he’s hitting—
recently announced that zinger.
The top Cat. in the Vat takes flight,
won’t stick around.
Out he will clear, he’s got a new shtik;
no more bulls propound.

The hat is a goner; soon they’ll have to vet
all the old-man crowd, the n-n-next ones to inspect
and find a geezer pontiffable
but like Bennie, one who’s mean?
He’s a sclerotic coot with gold-threads suit;
his shoes were red. . .a Judy Garland sheen.
B-B-B-Bennie’s gonna get.

What will happen to the faithful?
They’ve been blindsided
by Bennie, who’s wraithful.
He says, “Goodbye” and is gonna get along.
New Habemus Papam will have to greet
the teeming St. Peter’s throng.

The Pater’s a goner; they’ll have to select
from the old-man crowd n-n-next one for the sect;
find ’em a geezer pontiffable,
a heavenly go-between.
A new gerontic coot with gold-threads suit
who then will head a billion that have seen:
B-B-B-Bennie’s gonna get.