Miracle After Miracle After Miracle

Early one morn the sun did sink in the west as the moon arose And Farmer Jones inspected his rose of purple corn, which began to dance Shedding sheaves, donning pants... While in the barn, the cow was neighing at Ed the horse, professorially saying That Oscar the penguin had quacked his last quack unless the Porcupine's magic needles bring him back... Back in the house, Mrs. Jones was a-me-owing at her pet bird Elvis, who was busy massaging The tummy of the chipmunk, Rufus, a big of a doofus while her rattlesnake, "Nixon," was clearly a-fixin' To tickle Farmer Smith's duckbill platypus though that really shouldn't matter to us... A miracle happens every single minute --- the sun comes up, the moon goes down, The world turns round --- But they remain unreceived ~ unless there's something unusual in them perceived