The Snow Angel
A Mormon in Salt Lake City
Was white as the snow and pretty
Bit it was her luck
To meet a young buck
More skilled in the nitty-gritty
So God gave her a second chance
But Satan still ruled her pants
The buck left a seed
She had an half-breed
And gossips went wild with their rants
The Relief Society vexed
The Bishops poured over their texts
Her sin was born
To public scorn
If not crushed, then who would be next?
"Heavenly Father" knew the way
The breed's mother would have no say
The breed must go
Out in the snow
Only its God could save the day
God left the breed in the snow
For half-breeds have no place to go
A family tree
Is no guarantee
One won't get ye olde heave-ho
Half-breeds are born without leaven
They can not rise up to heaven
Any crap game
Is their domain
They live for 7-11
An half-breed's snow-angel struggle
Is not an attempt to juggle
The racist hype
Nor hate-filled gripe
Its a final plea for a snuggle.
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