Austen Ivereigh, international Man of Mystery.
"You are old, Father Francis," the small man said, "You never scold people, or grumble; Now you live in a cupboard and feed on stale bread — What made you so awfully humble?" "In my youth," Father Francis replied to the gnome, "Dictating was my wish and hope; I've lived all my life as the saints did in Rome To get myself chosen as Pope."
"You are old," said the gnome, "and the faithful cry out, That you're known for your orthodox preaching; Crystal-clear and profound, ruling out any doubt — What made you so expert at teaching?" "In my youth," said the pope, grinning with nonchalance, "The Jesuits took me in hand; I learned that no question has just one response — All answers are equally grand!"
"You are old," said the gnome, "and through synods you sit Praising dear Pachamama, our queen; And yet fascists cry out it's against holy writ — How dare they all say it's obscene?" "In my youth," said Pope Francis, "I trained as a priest, And learned that all faiths were the same, Praising pagan religions, from greatest to least; So now why should I get the blame?"
"You are old," said the gnome, "and were hardly renowned For knowing the facts about China; Yet you've made all their Catholics flee underground — Could any solution be finer?" "I have answered three questions, and that is enough," Said the pontiff; "don't give me such crap! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll give you a slap!"(With humble apologies to Lewis Carroll.)