Put a straw under baby

Your good deed for the day

Put a straw under baby

Keep the splinters away.





Let the corridors echo

As the dark places grow

Hear superior's footsteps

On the landing below.





There's a place in the orchard

Where no one dare go

The last nun who went there

Turned into a crow.





Turned into a crow-crow

Turned into a crow

The last nun who went there

Turned into a crow.





There's a brain in the table

There's a heart in the chair

And they all live in jesus

It's a family affair.