THE PRAYER OF JOHNATHAN GREEN

If there ever was too atrocious a sight to see

Two’uld be the murder of sir Johnathan Green

From prickly bush, did bumbling bitches barrage

Dear Johnathan Green at pompous Peace Lake Lodge.

I saw him there, knelt amongst the brush

And then came a wicked hiss, and dear God’s blood to rush

From prickly bush, did bumbling bitches barrage

Dear Johnathan Green at pompous Peace Lake Lodge.

The farmer, cozy in britches, twas counting dead hens

The barber, snip snip snip, a trail to wash the floor

Yet, from prickly bush, did bumbling bitches barrage

Dear Johnathan Green at pompous Peace Lake Lodge.

Still, the boards went creak, creak, creak

Woe be to she! Miss Damnsel belched a shriek

Still, from pickly bush, did bumbling bitches barrage

Dear Johnathan Green at pompous Peace Lake Lodge.

Early next morn, at the wailing hoot of dawn

One weary Johnathan Green

Lay carved on his lawn.