Old Lady Wilomae
Old Lady Wilomae had the loudest voice in the church.
When she opened her mouth, strangers fell off their perch.
We regulars were used to it, it was no news to us.
But newcomers sometimes lost it, made a giggling fuss.
The pastor had given us many sermons geared about her.
He told us over and over that a Christian soul cannot be beat
Who will sing out loud and long, with love for the lord, pure.
We like watching the newcomers though, fall out of their seat.
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