Sunday morning

ding dong the church bell chimes

la la the choir boy rhymes, 

amen the preacher leads

begging he upstairs forgive our evil deeds, 

babe in the corner screams

proud parents of scouts beam, 

said scouts stand tall proud

stride the aisle on their own cloud,

all rise and god's praise sing

one out of tune man in the wing, 

all exit through the door

into the graveyard their voices pour.