The Ballad of the Painted Church

In days of old when knights were bold
In fair North Cumbersome Shire.
The village church, so very old,
A paint job did require.

The vestry met, and they all agreed,
For they were men of good will.
"The lowest price is what we need.
We can't afford a big bill."

One painter of North Cumbersome Shire,
Much cheaper than the rest,
Was, indeed, the one they'd hire,
Thinking him the best.

This painter, honest? Not at all!
Too thin his paint he made.
So when the paint was on the wall
It was an ugly shade.

The priest, appalled at such a sight,
Many a tear he shed.
Wishing to get the job done right,
He spoke to the painter and said:

"Good painter, sir, you're such a jerk,
You've made us rather sore.
We're quite unhappy with your work.
Repaint, and thin no more."