To be sung to the tune of “My Favorite Things”
Sack cloths and ashes and days without eating
Mortification and wailing and weeping
A hair shirt that scratches, a nettle that stings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Penitence flagellants memento more
Spending nights sleeping on rocks in a quarry
The sound of the cloak’d solemn cantor who sings
These are still more of my favorite things
Tossing and turning and yearning I’m spurning
Passions aflame like an Ember Day burning
Corpus and carnis and wild drunken flings
Forsaken are these for my favorite things
When its Christmas
And the tree’s lit
And the cards are sent
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I can’t wait
Till
Lent!
(with thanks to Susy+)
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