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My mom and dad don’t go to church enough,
But my Sunday School teacher picks me up.
She’s a perty lady and she smells so nice,
And when we talk, she gives me good advice.
It makes me smile when she looks my way,
And I might even marry her someday.
She tells us stories you wouldn’t believe,
Like ‘bout a baby being left in the reeds.
David killed a giant with a rock.
Jesus met a wee man on a walk.
Job, poor man, had a lot of bad luck.
One guy ate grasshoppers and honey – yuck!
Jonah spent three days inside a whale.
It really happened, that’s no tale.
Shamrock, Merrimac bended and goed
Right outta the fire, don’t ya know.
Sometimes I can’t remember for sure
Just exactly how things were.
I have perfect ‘ttendance, though,
So soon I’ll have a Bible, all my own.
I’ll tell ya the best thing she did fer me.
She told me ‘bout that eternity,
And helped me ask Jesus in my heart.
Now He and I won’t never be apart.
My mom and dad don’t go to church enough,
But my Sunday School teacher picks me up.
I’m perty lucky I would say
To have her here to show me the way.
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