Poor, Sleepy Eutychus
Poor, sleepy Eutychus,
A-sittin' without squirmin',
Perching on a window ledge
To hear an endless sermon.
Now his eyes are droopy,
Sittin' way up high;
Poor, sleepy Eutychus
Is just about to die.
Saint Paul keeps on a-preachin'
To our hero snoozin' hard;
Then Euty leans into the air
And crashes in the yard.
But Paul is an apostle,
Quite unlike other men;
Down he runs to Eutychus
And gives him life again.
So if you're gonna sleep in church,
Don't from a window fall;
The man up front a-preachin'
Is not Apostle Paul.
-John Knapp II, taken from My Book of Bible Rhymes
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