I'm no count ask my psychiatrist still I should count my blessings
there's no need to make a list they're hardly glad tidings
they soothed and comforted for a while
now they're a worry against theft
A shy singer
A social boob
A tantalizing tease
A wit wizard
"Can anything good come from Nazareth,"
the sages of the day pondered.
A Savior from a Holly land
they would understand.