There once was a man, they called brave Who indwelled in a hole, called a grave... Well, being the host To many a ghost, He arranged a big bash, called a rave There once was a man, called a knave Who indwelled in a hole, called a cave... Not being too keen About keeping it clean... Well, he took on a wife, called a slave There once was a man with a stave Who indwelled in a holy enclave... Maintaining a grin While absolving the sin, He a**essed wicked tales and forgave There once was a monk with a wave Who desired a head with a shave... The barber was such That she cut back too much Thereby leaving his globus concave There once was a man in the nave, Although pious he could not behave... They paid him no mind, 'Caus his name was maligned, Simply being a sinner to save There once was a man quite depraved A voluptuous life was thus craved... Well, continuous sin Ended doing him in - On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved'