Baptists, Baptists, everywhere In the cellar, on the stairs On my elbows, up my nose In the dryer, on my clothes Methodists in my back yard Rubbing each other with lard Eating grubs and drinking ale Fifty-three percent of them are male Catholics in the back shed Tumbling, tumbling, though they're dead Even the least misdirected Probabably won't be resurrected Islamists up in the roof Say that they do not need proof Allah is their benefactor He has an enormous tractor Orthodox Jews in the hall Weep and wail at every wall When I said 'it's only plaster' They just wailed louder and faster Atheists in the back room Said 'Why not just accept your doom'? Then they added 'there's no God' I said 'that seems plausible, but odd' Buddhists, Buddhists in the kitchen Quoted Alex Solzhenitsyn Then went on about Nirvana While I made chile con carne
(c) 2006, Tim Gadd
