The Song of the Cheerful (but slightly Sarcastic) Jesus (1905)

I'm the queerest young fellow that ever was heard. My mother's a Jew; my father's a Bird With Joseph the Joiner I cannot agree So 'Here's to Disciples and Calvary.'

If anyone thinks that I amn't divine, He gets no free drinks when I'm making the wine But have to drink water and wish it were plain That I make when the wine becomes water again.

My methods are new and are causing surprise: To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes To signify merely there must be a cod If the Commons will enter the Kingdom of God

Now you know I don't swim and you know I don't skate I came down to the ferry one day and was late. So I walked on the water and all cried, in faith! For a Jewman it's better than having to bathe.

Whenever I enter in triumph and pass You will find that my triumph is due to an ass (And public support is a grand sinecure When you once get the public to pity the poor.)

Then give up your cabin and ask them for bread And they'll give you a stone habitation instead With fine grounds to walk in and raincoat to wear And the Sheep will be naked before you'll go bare.

The more men are wretched the more you will rule But thunder out 'Sinner' to each bloody fool; For the Kingdom of God (that's within you) begins When you once make a fellow acknowledge he sins.

Rebellion anticipates timely by 'Hope,' And stories of Judas and Peter the Pope And you'll find that you'll never be left in the lurch By children of Sorrows and Mother the Church

Goodbye, now, goodbye, you are sure to be fed You will come on My Grave when I rise from the Dead What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly And Olivet's breezy—Goodbye now Goodbye.