St. Patrick saved the Irish.
Columba... monks he gave.
Flanigan built up Boys Town
Where boys, their souls, could save.
But have ya heard the story,
Of fightin' Father McMahon,
Who battled back the Buddhists,
The way a Catholic can?
The True Faith, yes, he stood for,
A Christ-like priest, so humble.
The Buddhist "monks" stood clueless,
And then began the rumble.
But not the kind of rumble
From God-less violent deeds.
No pagan chanting mumble,
But roaring rosary beads.
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And then the wind, she blew,
A rapid, grand tornado,
When fightin' Father McMahon
Intoned our Catholic Credo!
So gather round, my children,
All false faiths we must ban
From Holy Mother's Churches...
Like fightin' Father McMahon!
JMJ
Long-Skirts
3/16/04
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