It was midnight on the ocean;
Not a street car was in sight.
The sun was shining brightly,
And it rained all day that night.
‘Twas a summer’s night in winter
And the rain was snowing fast.
A barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting on the grass.
The rain was pouring down,
The moon was shining bright,
And everything that you could see
Was hidden out of sight.
It was evening and the rising sun
Was setting in the West.
The little fishes in the trees
Were huddled in their nest.
While the organ peeled potatoes,
Lard was rendered by the choir.
While the sexton rang the dish rag,
Someone set the church on fire.
“Holy Smoke,” the preacher shouted,
And in the rush he lost his hair.
Now his head resembles heaven,
For there is no parting there.
I saw a great, big, tiny house
Ten thousand miles away.
And to my view ‘twas out of sight
Last night, the other day.
The walls projected inward,
The front door round the back.
Alone it stood between two more.
The walls were whitewashed black.