I saw a barque

And it was painted in Rome

Where it called home

What a lark a baroque barque

The baroque barque was made 

from trees stripped stark of covering bark

And as the shipwrights stripped

They made great wooden attack

To the haunting tunes of Sebastian Bach

What a lark to make a baroque barque 

stripped of bark listening to Bach

A lofty matter when composing a cantata

For lovely baroque Bach on his

Barque sailing up to a Catholic mark

In a baroque barque shorn stark of bark 

so accompanied by heavenly Bach.