Wine will soothe the stomach
Thus saith the apostle
As surely as the tones of Bach
Will make the mind go docile
Such wisdom the Baptists ignores
And to the Presbyterian's chagrin
He drinks his Methodist juice
And calls the wine a sin
I walked down the hall
Of a future nursing home
To see the groups arrayed
Like the legions in Rome
Ready to argue the baby dunk
With the younger visiting families
I expected Baptist spunk
Praise for Indians in the Ganges
But no Baptists were to be found
None were to be seen
Presbys had no one to pound
But Pentecostals mean
Then someone told me
To my devastation
The Baptist preferred gluttony
To the juice of fermentation
Thus saith the apostle
As surely as the tones of Bach
Will make the mind go docile
Such wisdom the Baptists ignores
And to the Presbyterian's chagrin
He drinks his Methodist juice
And calls the wine a sin
I walked down the hall
Of a future nursing home
To see the groups arrayed
Like the legions in Rome
Ready to argue the baby dunk
With the younger visiting families
I expected Baptist spunk
Praise for Indians in the Ganges
But no Baptists were to be found
None were to be seen
Presbys had no one to pound
But Pentecostals mean
Then someone told me
To my devastation
The Baptist preferred gluttony
To the juice of fermentation