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

To be continued...