One of my Religious friends is off on her summer holidays. Did you know nuns got holidays?
Now, we all know what priests do on their holidays. They visit friends and family, and live out their ecclesiastical fantasies (big important provosts visit tiny rural congregations, where life must seem simpler; rectors of tiny rural congregations go to splendid big cathedrals where smoke billows and choirs sing). But nuns? What do nuns do on their holidays?
Apparently, they wake singing responsorial psalms. Or rather –responsorial not-psalms.
All join in now. Opening responses, followed by verses set to your favourite chant:
V. The littlest worm
R. The littlest worm
V. That I ever saw
R. That I ever saw
V. Was curled up
R. Was curled up
V. In my soda straw
R. In my soda straw
The littlest worm I ever saw *
was curled up in my soda straw.
He said to me ‘don’t take a sip*
for if you do I’ll surely slip.’
I took a sip, and he went down*
right through my pipe. He must have drowned.
He was my pal, he was my friend*
there is no more, this is the end.
Now don’t you fret, now do not fear*
that little worm had scuba gear.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son*
and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now*
and shall be forever. Amen.