Pie In The Sky


Souls would be saved,

and little girls re-born as angels,

that’s what they taught her in Sunday School

when they’d sung ‘In The Sweet Bye and Bye’.

She loved the tune, the melody

and sang a snatch to her father.

“That’s pie in the sky,” her father laughed.

He sang the same tune to her

but with different words.

“Joe Hill wrote these” her father said

and she liked those words better

she was a child of life after all

and didn’t want to wait for death to eat her pie.

So she learned them all and sang them on the next Sunday.

That was the last time she went to Sunday School.

She was a bad influence, they had said.

Her father laughed when she told him.

She sighed and looked up at the sky.

She knew there was no pie there,

only on earth for the lucky ones.





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