Every day the starving poor
Crowded around Bishop Hatto’s door
For he had a plentiful last years store
And all the neighborhood could tell
His granaries were furnished well.
At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day
To quiet the poor without delay
He bade them to his great barn repair
And they should have food for the winter there
Rejoiced at such tidings good to hear
The poor folk flocked from far and near
The great barn was full as it could hold
Of women and children, young and old.
Then, when he saw it could no more
Bishop Hatto made fast the door
And while for mercy on Christ they call
He set fire to the barn and burnt them all.
‘I faith, ’tis- an excellent bonfire, quoth he
And the country is greatly obliged to me
For ridding it, in these times forlorn
Of rats that only consume the corn
So then to his palace returned he