Put a straw under baby
Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby
Keep the splinters away.

Let the corridors echo
As the dark places grow
Hear superior?s footsteps
On the landing below.

There?s a place in the orchard
Where no one dare go
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow.

Turned into a crow-crow
Turned into a crow
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow.

There?s a brain in the table
There?s a heart in the chair
And they all live in jesus
It?s a family affair.