My angels have abandoned me this morning
their tarnished halos scattered 'round my bed
i wish they'd given me some sort of warning
before rushing off where they used to fear to tread

This will change the way I go about my day
instead of drinking  coffee, i'll have gin
i'll sit sipping, wondering if i may
invent some kind of new salubrious sin

With luck they will return to me tomorrow
their shabby robes in colors of contrite
i'd wash their feet to cleanse them of their sorrow
kiss each toe, resist the urge to bite

Dear angels, you have given me this song,
don't wander far from places you belong!