When The Minister Calls
My Paw says that it used to be,
Whenever the minister came for tea,
‘At they sat up straight in their chairs at night
An’ put all their common things out o’ sight,
An’ nobody cracked a joke or grinned,
But they talked o’ the way that people sinned,
An’ the burnin’ fires that would cook you sure
When you came to die, if you wasn’t pure-
Such a gloomy affair it used to be
Whenever the minister came for tea.
But now when the minister comes to call
I get him out for a game of ball,
And you’d never know if you’d see him bat,
Without any coat or vest or hat,
That he is a minister, no, siree!
He looks like a regular man to me.
An’ he knows just how to go down to the dirt
For the grounders hot without gettin’ hurt-
An’ when they call us, both him an’ me
Have to git washed up again for tea.
Our minister says if you’ll just play fair
You’ll be fit for heaven or anywhere;
An’ fun’s all right if your hands are clean
An’ you never cheat an’ you don’t get mean.
He says that he never has understood
Why a feller can’t play an’ still be good.
An’ my Paw says that he’s just the kind
Of a minister that he likes to find-
So I’m always tickled as I can be
Whenever our minister comes for tea.
