St. Michael the Archangel

MR. SHERMAN
OF
SUNDAY MASS

Mr. Sherman
Of Sunday Mass
Carried his daughter
And the years did pass

Up the steps
And down the nave
Genuflect
A sigh she gave

She couldn't talk
She couldn't sing
Just gave a groan
With the gold bell's ring

His buoyant burden
His consoling cross
Her sheath of skin
As soft as moss

But she had forty
Limbs from brothers
Sisters too
There were ten others

Who held her close
And cradled her head
While Mr. Sherman
Received Christ's Bread

Then genuflect
And up the nave
Down the steps
And to his grave

No earthly King
Will ever surpass
Mr. Sherman
Of Sunday Mass