Let Your Pastor Know

Mrs. Huff is up a miff tree
On a seat fixed good and firm,
And she'd like to tell the pastor
A few things to make him squirm.

Mrs. Huff was sick abed, sir,
Yes, sir, sick abed a week;
And the pastor didn't call, sir,
Not even took a peek.

Wasn't that enough, enough, sir
To provoke a saint to wrath?
And to make a Christian pilgrim
Wander from the churchly path?

When I asked her if the doctor
Called to see her, she said, " Sure "
And she looked as if she thought I
Needed some good strong mind cure.

Then I asked her how the doctor knew
That sickness laid her low,
And she said that she had called him
On the phone and told him so.

So the doctor called to see her,
But the pastor didn't go,
For the doctor knew that she was ill
And the pastor didn't know.

Now the doctor gets his bill paid
With a nicely written check,
But the pastor — for not knowing,
Simply " gets it in the neck. "
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