The Mouse That Roared

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I just wear my Wings –
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton — sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at least –
I’m going, all along.

And people found my notebook and read it. They passed it around their table, the table with a man in brown hair and glasses at the front, who read it first. And he passed it to his daughter. And I remember screaming at them, because that was mine and it was private, and they were horrified by it and laughed at it at the same time.

And they wrote on the back of the book, “Whoever writes this or reads this book will BURN IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY.”