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 "