Parents all dressed to their best,
The select candidates led in.
In putting their fears to rest,
Little knew I of my self-imposed disdain.

In the name of their father, son and holy spirit,
As well as the untrue catholic church,
Blind indoctrination was first within me lit,
Leading me astray with a most cunning torch.

Oh, Jesus, how I want to be like you
La-dee-da-dee-da
Yes, father, I do, I do.
Ceremony over. Time for lunch-hoorah!

Sunday school’s next,
Reading the Bible with some overfed brats.
What a boring text –
I’d prefer reading the Book of Sand with some ginger cats!

And still, the blind lead the blind
With plumes of frankincense to numb the heart and mind.