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.