Under pillow keep hands


When I was a young boy
I experienced a new joy
when I found a new toy
That I should not enjoy

In that nuns taught commands
That though driven by glands
A good boy understands
Under pillow keep hands

To palliate the affliction
From this transgression
Abstention and repression
Weekly trips to confession

Uncle Sam’s pointing hand
Was To me, God’s remand
So hard to withstand
His simple demand

But now that I’m old
His love I behold
He is not that cold
It was all oversold
My God is extolled

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