Lenten Song (to the tune of My Favorite Things)
LENTEN SONG
(to the tune of
My Favorite Things)
Sackcloth 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
mori,
Spending nights sleeping on
rocks in a quarry,
The sound of a 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 they for
my favorite things!
When it’s Christmas,
When the tree’s lit,
When the cards are sent,
I simply remember my
favorite things,
And then I can’t wa-a-a-a-it
till Lent.
Author Anonymous
solafivereformed 
These days we’ve scaled back our demonstrations of devotion…perhaps a more modern verse is in order:
‘Suff’ring the torment of life without Facebook,
Chocoate and candies, all pastries forsook,
No wine (what a saint!), no warm feeling it brings,
That’s all I can take of my favourite things!’
Here in D/FW it would be Starbucks, Coke Zero and and the App Store! 😉
Hee hee, nice.