The Friggin Falcon, by Theodore Rose Cogswell, circa 1966.....
I went to take a friggin walk by the friggin reservoir
A wishin' for a friggin quid to pay my friggin score
My head, it was a-achin', an' me throat was parched and dry
And so I sent a little prayer a-wingin' to the sky
And there came a friggin falcon, and he walked upon the waves
I said "A friggin miracle!" and sang a couple staves
Of a friggin churchy ballad that I learned when I was young
The friggin bird took to the air and spattered me with dung
I fell upon my friggin knees and bowed my friggin head
And said three friggin Aves for all my friggin dead
And then I rose upon my feet and said another ten;
For the friggin bird burst into flame and spattered me again
The burnin' bird hung in the air just like a friggin sun
It seared me friggin eyebrows off, and when the job was done
The burnin' bird shot 'cross the sky, just like a shooting star
I ran to tell the friggin Priest. He bummed me last cigar
I told him of the miracle, he told me of the rose
I showed him bird crap in me hair, the bastard held his nose
I went to see the Bishop, but the friggin Bishop said:
"Go home and sleep it off, you sot - and wash your friggin head!"
I came upon the friggin wake of a dirty rotten swine
By name of Jock O'Leary, and I touched his head with mine
Ol' Jock, he sat up in his box and raised his friggin head
And his wife took up a candlestick and beat the bugger dead
Again I touched his head with mine and brought him back to life
His smiling face rolled on the floor - this time, she used a knife
And then she fell upon her knees, and started in to pray:
"'Twas 40 years, O Lord," she said, "I've waited for this day!"
I walked the friggin city 'mongst the friggin 'alt an' lame
And ev'ry time I raised 'em up, they got knocked down again
'Cause the love of God comes down to men a friggin curious way
But when a man is marked for love, that love is here to stay
And this I know because I've got a friggin curious sign:
Ev'ry time I wash my head, the water turns to wine!
I gives it free to workin' bloaks to brighten up their lives
So they don'no kick no dogs around, nor beat up on their wives
'Cause there ain't no use to miracles like walkin' on the sea
They crucified the Son o' God, but they don't muck with me
I leave the friggin blind alone, the dyin' and the dead
But ev'ry day at 4 o'clock, I wash my friggin head!
