Come and listen to a story about a man named Chris
A poor mountaineer, full of vinegar and ****,
Then one day he was shootin off his mouth,
And trouble stirred up about him being from the South.
Dixie that is, where they drink pre-sweetened tea.
All Saints, that is.
Thuribles, Holy Roods...
The Anglican Hillbillies!
Sung at the end of the show (not as a recessional):
Well now its time to say good-bye to all these Angli-kin.
Coffee, biscuits in the back say "Thanks fer droppin in."
You're all invited back next week to this locality
For a taste of Cath'lic worship (sans infalibility)
Papal that is. Kneel a spell. Take your shoes off. (On Maundy Thursd'y at least)