Silent Night, the songwriter wrote,
but that’s not what I think.
I believe those barnyard animals
in more ways than one, raised a stink.
Though they may not be as advanced as man,
and some say that they are dumb,
I can’t help but surmise that those creatures knew
to their stable, the Creator had come.
To that Babe lying in a manger
what homage could they pay?
The cows could moo, the horses whinny,
and the donkeys could loudly bray.
It’s so irreverent of you, some do say
to sing so loudly and shout,
but I can’t help but lift my voice in praise
since from sin I have been brought out.
You might think it’s just grand to sit in the pew
with your silent pomp and your poise
but pardon me while I rear back my head
and let out a joyful noise.
You say you are not the emotional kind,
but at football games you scream and yell.
I can’t help but let out a mighy roar
for my soul has been saved from hell.
I can’t stop you from quiet meditation
if that is in what you delight,
but I guarantee when you come to my church
it won’t be a silent night.