Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then brawl The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in Esther's leather sack Through the windows of the church the storm began to rage And esther knew the time had come to flee
She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free But the wind was blowing harder And her skirt began to billow Until finally her feet began to lift
