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 last –



I’m going, all along.





