So Long

While walking along the sidewalk in front
of his church, a minister heard the intoning of
a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt.
Apparently, his five-year-old son and his
playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling
that proper burial should be performed, they
had secured a small box and cotton batting, then
dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the
deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say
the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity
intoned his version of what he thought his father
always said: "Glory be unto the Faaaather..
and unto the Sonnnn. . .....
and into the hole he gooooes."


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