The little hebrew girl
Heard her mother's dying wish:
"don't become christian
Just be jewish
Honor our tradition
Of denying god above
Heed the pigeon of religion
And ignore the dove of love "
The little hebrew girl
Was a maid for calvinists
She read in the gospel:
Jesus exists
Yet she still persisted
In her tribal sacrilege
She would nix the crucifixion
Always dredging up her pledge
"mama
I love you "
The little hebrew girl
Having lived her fleeting time
Rested near the churchyard
Where the bells chime
Promising we'll climb that
Final day to peter's gate
Maybe she can hear them ringing
Maybe death is not too late
"mama
I love you "
