The angels sang
like clouds rained
and butterflys floated
but never gloated
and the wolf howls
from his passionate bowls
to save sinners
before they ate their dinners
and broke their bread
and let the wine seep to their head
so the angels sang
a beautiful lullaby
from high up in the sky
so everyone could hear
and shed a thankful tear
for the angels sang of Jesus
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