They couldn't bear it,
They simply couldn't,
The sight of blood splattering,
As they walked by,
Should a drop touch them,
They thought they would die!
And oh the smell of freshly killed swine,
Completely killed all desire to dine...
So they did away with the butchers and meat,
No longer would they need to watch their feet,
As they crossed the bridge on their way to town,
There was no longer cause for frowns,
Precious jewels, silver and gold,
Indeed a lovely sight to behold!
And that was how it came to be,
That goldsmiths now reside along thee...
The Old Bridge in Florence
Click on image to enlarge :) It looks like there are houses sticking out of the bridge.