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No powd’ry white or icy sheen;
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The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
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And the armrest between them dug into his side.
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While far in the back, someone’s boom box boomed loud
A drunk muttered ‘Sorry’ in the midst of a cuss
When he saw the Lord Jesus asleep on the bus.
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So little Lord Jesus could sleep through the night
An old man behind him unwrapped something fried
As our tiny salvation turned over and sighed.
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“Asleep with a smile on your cherubic face;
“Unworthy am I to scrape gum off your shoes,”
When your father turned to me and said, “It’s hey-seuss.”