Jonah, Jonah
Jonah, Jonah, for awhile alonah. Didn't listen so you run, but God made you
git'r'done. To go to Nineveh, you said "nu uh". So away to Tarshish you set
sail, only to make the sailors bail, "Throw me over" you cried. "Do it unless you
want to die". They listened to what you said, and tossed you out on your
head. But God had other plans for you, so not just overboard, swallowed too. So
forty days and forty nights, you prayed to God to do what's right. So finally on
Asiriah's shores, a second chance was granted your's. On to Nineveh! You
persisted, to change the hearts of people who were twisted. So into Nineveh you
went, oh, what a glorious event. So you told the bad people,"To do the things
you do is illegal." So they repented and wore sackcloth, but you still expected fire
and brimstone. God gave you a weed, but killed it in the night. But I sure hope
now your eyes see right. THE END.
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