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Don't be a Caterpillar...Be a Butterfly.
All creatures scream to illustrate his Sermon,
Of Jesus and the Higher Life.
Rivulets of well earned sweat
Sliding down his muscley, mahogany face.
In the half-empty school church,
We sat, shaking with muffling laughter,
Watching our Mother
Trying to save herself from joining the wave.
Only our Father remaining poker-faced.
And afterwards,
We always went home
To Split-peas,
Sunday Soup with Dumplings,
Fu-Fu and Pig-tail.
Don't be a Caterpillar...Be a Butterfly.
Be a Butterfly.
That was the life, Preacher,
And you was right. |