Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby,
Keep the splinters away.
Let the corridors echo,
As the dark places grow
Hear Superior's footsteps
On the landing below.
There's a place in the orchard
Where no-one dare go
The last one who went there
Turned into a crow.
Turned into a crow, crow,
Turned into a crow
The last one who went there
Turned into a crow.
There's a brain in the table,
There's a heart in the chair
And they all live in Jesus,
It's a family affair.
