"Come forth...Come forth." The preacher said,
"Come up to me and be healed,"
"I'll lay my hands upon your head,
Your destiny will be sealed."

Up to the alter came Mrs Smith,
A crutch beneath each arm,
She wanted to be in God's good hands
And not come to any harm.

The preacher said "Go behind the screen,
A miracle we will behold.
Listen to what I have to say,
Just do what you are told."

"Are there anymore to be healed today?"
The preacher smiled with glee.
Then up walked little Mr Brown,
"Iiiii'll bbbbe hhhealed," said he.

"I hhhhave ttthis ttterrible sssstutter," he said
"And I wwwish it wwwould gggo aaaway."
"Go behind the screen with Mrs Smith,
Behind the screen and pray."

With hands reached up and face serene,
The priest cried out with fevour,
"Throw out your crutches Mrs Smith,
And walk again forever."

From behind the screen one crutch did soar,
Closely followed by the other,
"Behold!! A miracle we have witnessed here.
By the grace of the Virgin Mother."

But alas, alack, from behind the screen,
There came a dreadful sound.
The congregation stared in awe
as Mr Brown walked around.

He had a smile upon his face,
His eyes were fit like lightening.
The precher said"A miracle here?"
His voice was very frightening.

But Mr Brown just laughed and said,
With a voice now full of pace.
"Mrs Smith just fell over,
Flat on her fucking face..."