Men Ringing Church Bells

This odd device methinks Sir, tells.

That you are fond of many bells.

But [sh] bewa[r]e while prone to dangling,

you dont create a little jangling,

Tis not light task accomplish’d soon,

To keep so many belles in tune;

The lighter ones with tinkling chime,

Will weary in a little time,

And too monotonous you’ll own,

The great belles solemn pompous tone

And though I know where all are pleasing

To make a choice is rather teasing

You must leave some Sir in the lurch

Tis only one that calls to church: