Bring Me An Egg, Sweet Jesus

The green grass grew up early this year.
In fact, it never left.
I might believe in climate change
if in faith I was bereft.
Now, Christ he comes in bunny form--
I'm clear on all the facts,
as clear as the sky, as clear as my
mangled, rhymed syntax.

So,
Bring me an egg, sweet Jesus.
Come invisibly, in bunny shape.
Sweet candies you hide
in the hole in your side.
Reach in.
Reach in.
And bring me an egg, sweet Jesus.

I always vote Republican.
The way the bible says.
And I'll root for the Jews in Jerusalem
up until the end of days.
Jesus is furry when he wants to be--
that's just the way things are.
And he'll smite the Jews when he wants to too,
and the followers of Ishtar.

So,
Bring me an egg, sweet Jesus.
Come invisibly, in bunny shape.
Sweet candies you hide
in the hole in your side.
Reach in.
Reach in.
And bring me an egg, sweet Jesus.