More like this, wonder of the world,
the locust went to church today.
Glorifying God, perhaps?
Looking at a fresco on the church wall?
Ah, no, he's just hungry,
finds a fly in the temple,
because that's where they are,
they will be excommunicated by the Holy See.
He eats waffles with his flies,
found a bit of that too.
He fell down next to the pulpit,
if he could eat it longer.
You can't eat any more than that,
dieting has become chic.
You won't have a narrow waist,
you can't go home fat.
What's left you could take,
on the way, he'll just eat it.
He takes the wafer in his arms,
making his journey happy.
Oh, how do you open the door?
No one is helping him now.
Hands full of wafers,
left alone with his problems.
What the hell, I'll eat them all,
I don't need a chic figure.
A voice spoke. Stop eating!
Stop filling your rumen!
He looked at the sky,
clasping his hands in prayer.
Oh Lord, give it to me,
don't get my hands full.
Throw away your wretch!
That's for the mouse.
Yes Sir, I obey,
I'd rather stay hungry.
He ran away from there quickly,
was sorry to hear of the trouble.
Although, if he had a bag,
would eat well on the way.
