The Carriage Was Cosy

The Carriage was cosy
So she soon fell asleep
Beside her was A Journal
That she was to keep

When she awakened
The conductor was by her side
‘Oh what’s required of me’
She plaintively cried

“A second choice”
Then he said with concern
“The earth is now threatened
And there is so much to learn”

“Would you be willing
To enrol in God’s Private School
And be taught by his hand
His ways and Divine Rule?”

She had never been spoken to
In this kind of way
She opened her mouth
But had nothing to say

“Or you can be taught
In the orthodox way
By the teachers and preachers
Of The Church, these last days”

“In The Private School
One is like an infant
Breast fed by her mother
In an instant”

‘The Private School’
She said quickly
‘This is my choice
Definitely’…

…”Bring your journal
Come with me
This is the new carriage
Where one is taught privately”

…She sat at the desk
Which was engraved with her name
Oh, she sighed
‘I’m so glad I came’

‘What an awesome privilege
To be taught by the King of Kings
Who would believe
There is even such a thing!’

…As Manu told this story
To the young More-pork’s
They became enthralled
And not once did they talk

Written 4.4.2006

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