Little Angel

Oh me! Oh my! This little angel can not fly.
He just sits and softly cries.
His wings are singed, he flew into the pits of hell
and has a sad, sad story to tell.

He hitched a ride on a star
Thinking to go but not too far.
The ride was smooth and so he dozed
Awaking to the rays of those he thought the warm sun glow
But it was the blaze from below.

So now he sits alone, so tired and confused
He should be home soon, and i hope God is amused.