British Columbia, Canada
I got a card from a mouse named Elsie,
And here is what she said,
“I heard from my cousin Ernie,
Karenity thought our Jesus dead?"
"Actually here’s what really happened
To Jesus on that fateful day,
He up and left Karen’s stove,
It was a Sunday night, they say."
"With a giggle he coerced her dog
To give him and his buds a ride.
They set out on a big adventure,
Sitting upon his flea-infested hide."
"Well you know our pal Jesus?
After "her" house, he got really bored,
Some say he then hopped a butterfly,
Went to search for himself and the Lord!"
That wild Jesus has settled down,
Lives in a country clock today.
He’s got a wife, 3 kids, dog, and a cat,
Another little mousekin on the way."
"Every once in a while he reminisces,
'Bout his great old days in N’Arlins,
He pulls out a tiny little plastic bag,
Laughs, then simply starts to grin."
"He starts swinging from the flowers,
Shouting, "Serenity, I'm free!"
Singing at the top of his lungs,
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!"
"Start where you want to finish!"
Feel free to quote me, I may become famous.