The Reverend
In this town lived Reverend Hall
A catfish caught was ten foot small
Between the cornfields lies a lake
Where seagulls swim and the turtles bake
To live the life of Reverend Hall
And bless the creatures low and tall
A work of Frost read by the fire
Is all he needs to get down and get up
You don't need to see no light
Drive down Princeton road one night
You'll see something through and through
Let the Reverend talk to you
Well my automobile's packed
And it's time to leave
It's almost fifty years since he first breathed
Out on the farm we wear no pants
Our job is to make the old folks dance