This pope--I mean post--is irreverent, but I can't help it. I love it when a new pope is chosen, especially the smoke that announces the election results. It's the Medieval version of "one if by land, two if by sea." Sing to the tune of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes":
Popes, they will come and go
Johns and Pauls you know
At the Vatican
Where they dwell in sin
Who this time will win?
The Cardinals will meet
Taking each a seat
Voting by and by
Even when a tie
Smoke blows from on high.
So the bishops come into the town
To find a new pope for us
If they don't, the smoke blows very black
We are without a pope.
But, if the smoke is white
And it's very bright
Then there's a decree
A new pope to be
Smokin' Holy See.
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