One day God said this is what I will do
I will send down my son I will send him to you
to clear up this humpity bumpity hulibalu
His Name will be Christ
and he'll never wear shoes
His pals will all call him the King of the Jews
He didn't come in a plain He didn't come in jeep
He didn't come in the pouch of a high jumping voveep.
He rode on the back of a black sassatu
Which is the blackiest creature you ever could view
He stood on a mound
which is a pile of ground
and people gathered around
without making a sound
thus he spake:
do unto others as they do unto you
that includes you young Timothy Foo
A Pharisee said to another he knew
Sin in socks socks full of sin,
How do we silence this Jahovadeedin
Lets wash him in wine and get him all clean
and into Sam Zittles Cruxifixion machine.
Twirl the Gawhirl and Release the Gableeze
and in go the nails just as quick as you please.
And it is said that he said as he bled.
Forgive them father for they know not what they do
then he closed his eyes and his life said adieu.
His friends said this is not good, this is not right
This man was a city on a hill with a light
He was to topple the plight of the mighty uptight
A young actor said "he did cure my stage fright"
For 3 days they grieved, and they grieved and they grieved
they achieved no relief in their grief grief grief grief.
Sunday the sun shown, and Mary alone
found the tombstone thrown, not a bone in the zone, nor Jesus prone,
so she let out a groan.
And O did that lone moan drone.
"Why are you sad, whom do you seek?"
said a voice that she thought was gardener Zeek
turning around with tears on her cheek
she peaked her beak at something that was hard to contrive
There saying "Mary" was Jesus ALIVE!
Tell the Blambetts, the Dutzers, the Gringles, the Snaries,
All the friends on the plains and the ones on the prairies.
That my raised self is the hope of new world to be
That you will create with your new eyes you see.
And he opened her eyes, and opened your heart too
so that she and others can live in-between two worlds old and a new
God watered the broken dry ground that was hardened
In an effort to welcome us all back to the garden
And the message it spread, and it spread, spread, spread, spread,
that Jesus the King was no longer dead.
(adapted from this sketch by Kids in the Hall)
