As He Ran
As he ran to Tarish
Quick as he could go
Not taking time to pack
He had no extra clothes
Running in the opposite direction
From where God said for him to go
Carried a purse with some gold
Boarded a ship filled with cargo
He would make the trip right away
Never fearing that God couldn't abide
A soul gone in the state of blacksliding
Trying to hide from God
We all know the rest of the story
So if blacksiding is your case
Better repent and go on to Ninevah
Unless you want to be Whale Bait
They tell me inside of the Whale's belly
Is smelly, dark, and full of acid
That will bleach you up just white
Then no one will know your color
Only know where you have been
Down in the pits of the stomach
Of a mightly fish that has fins
Repent, repent, for a good end
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