The Song of the Cheerful (but slightly sarcastic) Jesus by Oliver St. John Gogarty

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 Good

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.

End of the poem

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