The Pickle Carol

(Lani Herrmann)



Joseph was an old man

And an old man was he,

But still he courted Mary

To gain a family.

But still he courted Mary

To gain a family.



As they were walking

Along so carefully,

Mary cries out to Joseph,

A pickle for me.



A pickle, cries Joseph

Now how can that be?

Two miles to the nearest deli

Is too much for me.

I must have a pickle or

I shall go wild.

And by the way Joseph,

We have a little child.



Joseph in anger jumped up

And also down

He said, it isn't kosher

You've been fooling around.



Then up piped little Jesus

From in his mother's pen

He said, give her a pickle

And stop this argument.



And as they stood amazed

By the side of the road

A tree all full of pickles

Let down its heavy load.

On Mary showered pickles

Both great and small

And they bent down together

And gathered them all.



Mary got her pickle

And Joseph a Son

In peace and contentment

They lived everyone.



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