The foll’rin’ week some roughneck pup
Shet caows up in the church;
Which kind o’ het the members up—
Enough ter start a search.
But nothin’ doin’ till one dark night
Thet rummy boozin’ crew
Blowed up the church with dynamite,
An’ then lit aout an’ flew.
Say, jevver see a Baptis’ hot,
Not Christyun hot but human?