Oh curly top, oh curly top
I wish that I could truly stop
The thoughts that roll around my head
About the moments aft we’re dead.
I’d like to think that we all sleep
Until the hour tis time to reap
The future that each one deserves
Depending on how well we’ve served.
I’m sure God loves us one and all
As we who answer to His call
There will be space for all who come
To share in love unburdensome !
Claire V. Bogdanos 