So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.