So down they laid; got right to it
The devil found hell quite a tight fit
Quoth Abilech: "He hurts hell so!"
Quoth Rustico: "That pain will go."
And so it did, and many times
As often as the church-bell chimes
At noon, they served our God the Lord
A pleasant penance, neither bored.
And so it was in days to come
That Rustico knew he'd been dumb.
Our Abilech enjoyed the deed
And would him to the bet-mat lead
"Come, Rustico, now no more rest
For we must serve the Lord our best.
I think we've rested quite a spell
Let's put the devil into hell."
The hermit ate but weeds and grass.
To keep up was a busy task,
So, despite his youthful age,
He found he could not earn his wage
In this work she asked for him.
In fact, he started feeling pretty grim!