ANGELS SCARE

Angels scare the bewhillikers out of folks
Coming up on them sudden-like unannounced
No wonder then the first thing they pronounce
Is fear not, I won’t hurt you, this is no joke
They popped out from heaven to take the news
To Zechariah, Mary, Joseph, and then some shepherds.
They said their piece, then zipped back skywards
And left the people they visited to fret and stew
Babies born too late or else too early
And honest working men just trying to make do
With watching sheep another long night through
But no, now they have to run to town in a hurry
And there, they all knew, the angels were right
The savior, Christ the Lord, was surely born that night.