I suppose there's a rota of work up there too,

For those selected for God's chosen few.

I don't mind putting a tuck in Gabriel's frock,

Or shampooing and setting St Peter's white locks.

Running up cushions for God's Golden Throne,

Or embroidering mottos like 'NO PLACE LIKE HOME.'

I'll go on the rota for gardening too,

If I am selected, for God's chosen few.

I'm a dab hand at painting, and varnishing stairs,

Buffing up trumpets, and home perming hair.

I'm expecting the usual, long-handled spade,

For shovelling up coal in old Nick's domain.

If by some fluke I'm selected for God's chosen few,

I'm not joining that rota unless men join it too! By Betty Lightfoot,

?Wentworth Road,

Swinton.

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