Lady Cathryn Leigh

The eccentric lady Cathryn Leigh
Passed away so merrily
From a dance she’d just got home
When God called on the telephone

Apparently heaven was in need
Of someone who could succeed
In providing the idle hands of heaven
An other option besides hitting their brethren

So up she went, that dear old lass
To teach them all arts and crafts
Though we mourn her down below
She’s having fun up there you know

The End

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