Mrs. Canatellis

No dogs, no cats and wipe your feet on the mat
No blacks, no blues, rent is due three weeks in advance
Put it in her hand if you want to stay at Mrs. Canatellis

No girls, no men, the doors are locked right on ten
You can't conceive, she believes the holy water fills
All your naughty needs, live in liberty at Mrs. Canatellis

She starts her day with every prayer she can say
Her tea and toast, sanctified by the holy ghost
Every lodger knows heaven is that close at Mrs. Canatellis