In a simple church with a simple Cross

The people gathered to mourn the loss

Of a dear old friend, when there wafted across

The sound of organ music

The organ pumped, and wheezed and groaned

The congregation silently moaned

And felt for their sins they had atoned

By listening to the music.

Organ and organist both were old

The organist had a heart of gold

But unfortunately had never been told

To go easy on the music

It went on and on with scarcely a break

The heads of many began to ache

And some even muttered ‘For heaven’s sake

Take a rest from the music’.

When the prayers were said and the hymns were sung

And all was done that had to be done

The people were glad to move among

The place without that music.

‘If music be the food of love’

Some prayers went up to heaven above

To say ‘let’s be hungry then and give a shove

to too much organ music’

(when played on a pump organ).