MY SABBATH.

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church,
   I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
   And an orchard for a dome.

Some keep the Sabbath in surplice,
   I just wear my wings,
And instead of tolling the bell for church,
   Our little sexton sings.

God preaches——a noted clergyman,
   And the sermon is never long;
So instead of going to heaven at last,
   I’m going all along.