As the disciple on his cheeks did plaster
That ghosty kiss that had the saviour killed
And the drowsy hearts of the apostles chilled
It wasn’t like the gesture was to him a surprise
As he obviously knew that he would from it arise
But that one of his own was be the one used
Left unfortunately the master totally bemused
Funny enough Peter was somewhere by their side
And wanted to act before the master was taken aside
So, he quickly drew the machete with an effrontery
Forgetting that to him also awaits the test of gallantry
But the master in his unflinching stoic mood
Reminded him to over his cutlas put a hood
For the war at hand was not really his to fight
As he and the others would soon be overcome by fright
