I’ve never been a prophet
And I’m not a prophet’s son
Judging from the scriptures, friends
The job is not much fun
You find you’re food for fishes
Your ox is often gored
No matter how profound you are
You’re pretty much ignored
There’s plenty of theology
That I don’t want a say in
But with the present circumstance
I think I have to weigh in
Your blessing was invalid
So says the Holy See
If the priest, instead “I”
Mis-spoke by saying “We”
I understand the Curia
Is focused on propriety
But invalidating sacraments
Strikes me as impiety
In all the classes that I took
The Jesuits would mention
Though grace is the act of course
There’s grace in the intention
The media mis-covered this
(Now that’s a tired song)
But targeting a single priest
Who says he did it wrong
For which of us, I put to you,
Would bet a single copper
The words at our baptism
were meet and right and proper
And if that was invalid
By all that’s true and hallowed
Equally invalid are the sacraments
That followed
So next time that it rains my friends
Let’s stand out in the weather
Stream a Papal blessing
And get baptized all together
Then on to other sacraments
Especially confessing
So from this present crisis
Perhaps could come a blessing
