Carol's a novice bell-ringer

campanology is her forte

she pulls my bell with gusto

at night especially naughty

 

she couldn't leave me alone

never enjoyed a silent night

my bell was at her mercy, a

fast Treble Bob her's by right

 

in the bell-tower she excelled

Christmas peals lit the snow

triples at the end of her rope

enough to lay a reverend low

 

trouble with Carol's hearing

bell-ringers' industrial disease

ears impaired by decibels

bright career on its knees

 

thankfully she's still got my bell

upon it she often sheds a tear

last night she went frantic, it

came upon the midnight clear