Father loves the sparrow
Mother loves her cat
God is in the water
Blood is in the bath
No diva yet has lived
To sing such hymns as these
If a child can love a sparrow
Jesus wept
So cull your surly old rooster
And prepare tonight’s coq au vin
Remember the mornings he’s woken the children
Hours before the dawn
How regal once were his plumes
So meager now they're gone
My God but these onions are strong
Jesus wept
