As I sit front row amongst an abundance of lushness I accompany a congregation filled with long-term friends. The holy ghost is in Canis latrans. Taxidea taxus isn't really diggin' it. Mephitis mephitis came into service smelling a bit reckless. Procyon lotor is all over Lynx rufus's shoulder. Castor canadensis just don't give a ****. Neotoma cinerea haven't said a peep and Glaucomys sabrinus is the flyest I've seen in weeks. The tunes that the Warblers are singing is sweet, with the Hawks hitting notes all the way to the peak and you know the Great Horned Owl cadence had to be deep. The gospel put all California Poppy, Star Tulip and Western Pennyroyal to sleep. Now everyone quiet down, all I hear is the river and the wind, patiently waiting for Giant Sequoia to speak. Drum roll please? Pileated Woodpecker knows the perfect beat. The deepest sermon goes unspoken. Nature is the religion and the earth is church. Praises to God for his Kingdom translating his words.

Alvina

There once was a gal named Alvina
Who lived in a shoe in Regina.
     She wanted some tea
     That was straight from the tree,
So she shoveled a tunnel to China.


Pelvis

There once was a singer named Elvis
Who sang all his songs from his pelvis.
     He'd speckendick dance
     Like he had ants in his pants
Till fangirls and fruits wet themselvis.  


Alvina

There once was a gal named Alvina,
A registered nurse for a gyne-
     cological practice
     Who purchased a cactus
That jumped on a naked ******.  


Moana

There once was a gal from Iona
Who gave to a fella a bona.
     They met waist to waist
     In a manner unchaste,
And he made her a moana and groana.


Alvina

There once was a gal named Alvina,
A trucker from North Carolina
     Who'd smoke a whole packa
     Cigarettes and then hacka
Whole lungful of spastic angina.


Kitty

There once was a cat named Aurora
Who played with the fauna and flora
     That made up the playground
     Where daily she'd play 'round
And was part of the casa next doora.  


Alvina

There once was a gal named Alvina,
A sous-chef from South Carolina.
     She cut up some meat
     For a diner to eat
That was raw, and she gave him trichina.  


Limtard

There once was a castor canadensis
who had a lover who was a dude
     who brewed
     camellia sinensis
and who wrote a limerick that was ******* and rude and crude.