When the bishop came to talk at lunch time
The boys chose a second beer
As being their greater good
Though his words were great
And could have given real hope
In the nastiness of their situation,
The boys did not hear for they chose beer,
And I received a little hint
Of how Jesus must have felt
When the crowd chose Barabbas.
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