In the church of St. Bendy
The roof permanently leaks.
So the congregation gets soaked
Because Bendy's up there for weeks.
Of churches it was the most trendy,
People came from far and wide.
But Bendy couldn't help soaking them,
No matter how hard he tried.
The vicar is good and friendly,
But few people attend now.
They don't like being damp and smelly,
At least Bendy isn't a cow.
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