For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
You're paid to stop a bullet.It's a soldier's job, they say.And so you stop your bullet,And then they stop your pay.
O innocent victims of Cupid,Remember this terse little verse:To let a fool kiss you is stupid,To let a kiss fool you is worse.
No matter how much I probe and prodI cannot quite believe in God,But, oh, I hope to God that HeUnswervingly believes in me.