Sacristy, enter my sacristy,
See my cotta hanging neatly behind the door!
Sacristy, behold my sacristy!
This is my pride, I'll be your guide, and a lot more!
See that chair, just you sit there, and see my thurible!
Smell the grains, excuse the stains, and straighten your stole!
Sacristy, my little sacristy,
Please come inside, hasten your stride, and don't be a bore!

©Pharisaios 2001

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