I danced in the chancel when the service began,
And I danced to the altar when the offert'ry was sung,
I waltzed to the Sanctus, and the Agnus Dei,
And leaped up the nave crying, "Oooh I say!"

Dance, then, wherever you may be,
Dance in the pulpit and the sacristy,
I'll lead you on, whenever you agree,
For I love to mince in the liturgy!

I shook my bones to a funeral march,
And left the bearers standing in the porch.
I rattled and rolled to the organ's best,
And did a twirl on the sidesman's chest!

Dance, then ................

I slow-dance softly with a choirgirl sweet
My sanctuary slippers nimble on my feet,
I swing to the thurible, and bow down low;
Inviting the servers to have a go!

Dance, then ...................

They called the Bishop, he arrived with a roar,
and walked up the nave as the verger slammed the door.
He looked at the people, and then broke the news
'Just don't you tread on my blue suede shoes!"

Dance, then ...................

So if you want to have a Eucharist
That speaks to those with a firm or floppy wrist,
Make sure that the clergy have a nimble gait,
To give out communion without a wait.

Dance, then ...................

©Pharisaios/Pharisaios Publications 2001

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