“Come aboard,” said Father Noah
“to this mighty boat I’ve made.
All you animals should enter,
or you’re gonna have to wade.”
“For the LORD has done some talkin’.
Says he’s gonna make it rain…
gotta wash away the sinnin’
and start over once again.”
“All you animals can enter.
Give me two of every kind.
Hurry up–I hear it thunder–
and you’ll be here left behind.”
“Pack ’em in and shut the door, LORD,
for they’ve entered two-by-two.
But you sinners… start your swimmin’.
I ain’t got no room for you.”
Author’s note: This was the last post for this week. It finally snowed in Alabama (to the surprise of the entire nation) and school shut down for the rest of the week.