The theologians said you can't die well
Unless you have received a watery blessing.
Without it, you go straight to burning hell.
But baby lovers found this point distressing.
How could newborn children be condemned
To suffer for eternity despite
Their doing nothing wrong? The high priests hemmed,
And hawed, and hatched a scheme to set things right.
They said that on the Inferno's farthest edge
There was a pleasant place of fairest form -
Limbo they called it, and they gave a pledge
That children frolicked there, cozy and warm.
They only lacked one thing – they could not see
The One who paroled them to this periphery.