Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,
So little trouble had been given of late;
Not that the place by any means was full
Апостол Петр сидел у райских врат.
Его ключи порядком заржавели:
Уж много дней и много лет подряд
Дремал святой привратник от безделья.