Harvey’s: Lullaby…

Harvey, Harvey, drives a red, Ferrari…
Around; St. Peters Square.

Eating an apple or a pear
He really, really, doesn’t care.

He’ll drive it right around there—I swear…!
Right around, that great; big, Egyptian-obelisk.

And park, just; there…!
“In the centre of—St. Peters Square”

Free from: The thrall:
The bondage, the serfdom of prayer...!

He’ll sit—just to stare—at its red granite
And listen to his; own little pomp, fanfare…!

Like Pope Alexander VII.
With his brothers and nephews, coheir.