THE CHURCH RAT

Animal of both domestic and bush features

Of different colour you always come

The white rat, the black rat

There are rats-there are rats

Most piteous of them all- the church rat

Church rat, oh church rats!

Why not lucky as your contemporaries

Your mates in the bush are very lucky

Being blessed with different tubers

With bloom season of no break

But in the morning you wake with hunger

No remains to eat day in day out

No wine to drink even in the temple

But always feeding on what nature provides you

And yet you are always happy

Just because you dwell in a beautiful and holy house

Pessimistic you never have in your words

Hopeful church rat if here on earth failed to favour you

Heaven will definitely do beyond your expectation.

For inside the house of God you dwell for life.