God Has A Pocket

God has a pocket
It wiggles occasionally
The wiggles are bound
Differential equationally

God has a pocket
It's filled up with mice
He won't ever show you
There's no asking price

God has a pocket
He slips in some grapes
The grapes are all eaten
By wiggling shapes

God has a pocket
With seedy mouse poop
He won't ever show you
So don't try to snoop

God has a pocket
It's warm and malodorant
An angel once screamed
At the swarm when he showed her it

God has a pocket
For feces and vermin
He tickles it gently
When he delivers a sermon

God has a pocket
We don't voice our complaints
But it takes all the wills
Of the angels and saints

God has a pocket
And some very nice chairs with him
He sits alone on his thrones
And calls his mice seraphim