Munchin, a Munchin, a Munchkin
I sound like when I bellow, I bellow, I bellow.

I can't follow hymns,
Foul up hymns 'cause I don't know the notes.
I cause commotion when I peep,
My mouth becomes dry, my voice deep,
Deep, then high A.

I can't follow hymns,
Foul up hymns, sound like chorus of goats.
I hear them sung in the vestry;
From me, nothing but screeching brays,
Like screams in dentistry.

They're chuckling, they're chuckling, they're chuckling
Because the notes I swallow, I swallow, I swallow.
I've always been a tune schlub, a tune schlub, a tune schlub,
So now I must get lessons, get lessons, get lessons.

I will swallow Him,
Though this dough makes me parched, still I chew
With scissored motion of my teeth;
My mouth takes a bite, then I eat,
Kneel down and I pray,
Pray for better grub.

I munch Him, I crunch Him, He's luncheon,
And down He goes; I've swallowed, I've swallowed, I've swallowed.
He'll always be my true grub, like-glue grub, tough-chew grub;
Although He is unleavened, there's manna in heaven.

I will swallow vin,
Swallow vin to help clear out my throat.
This watered-down potion is weak;
The mouthfeel of this stuff is sweet,
Sweetish rosé, rosé that I chug.

I've chugged it, I've chugged it, I've chugged it,
And down it goes; I've swallowed, I've swallowed, I've swallowed.
On it you can't get too drunk, not too drunk, not too drunk,
The alcohol is lessened, it's watered, thus lessened.

I have swallowed them (swallowed them),
Swallowed them and now I'm feeling bloat.
Peristalsis motion prompts creep
Past mouth, down the pipes in which treats
Eaten make their way, their way to the gut.

I've munched Him, I've crunched him, He's luncheon,
I ate the host and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.
He'll always be my true grub, like-glue grub, tough-chew grub;
Although He is unleavened, there's manna in heaven.

I'll go through the motions next week
And mouth the host dry, chased with sweet,
Sweet, watered rosé; rosary post-chug.