Vicarious Vestments

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Now who's for a prayer in the chapel? Are you coming? Oh, do say you will I'm conducting the prayers in my seersucker shirt And my jodhpurs of cavalry twill We'll be holding the sacrament later When I change into something divine It's a cloak of deep noir with a lining of rouge So it won't show the drips from the wine Then for afternoon deep meditation I wear green, for it helps me to think And when I feel thoroughly cleansed in my soul I like pastels and preferably pink Sometime I wish I were High Church Instead of so painfully low For on feast days and priest days I'd really let rip In my sequins and ermine and mole But what would one wear for confession? Something sombre in deep satin folds? Or to match all the stories of succulent sin Ruches of scarlets and purples and gold I must say I'm pleased to be different And always stand out in a crowd For in dull clergy clothes I would not be seen dead Not without my reversible shroud But at least in my own congregation I can dress in the fabrics I want Velour in the vestry, shantung in the crypt And my terylene trunks for the font
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