I come home from work,
Put my awl on the wall, -
Suddenly someone flits out the window
From my wife, from the bed!

I, of course, ask:
"Who is it?"
And she answered me:
"It’s the Holy Spirit!"

Oh, I’ll meet this Spirit -
Oh, I’ll bust it in the head!
But not all Spirits are alike:
This one got Mary into bed!

Perhaps your blood is blue,
Your bones might be white, -
He will be born, but I know
That he ain’t no Christ!

In reality, Mary was all sore
She wanted to make a scene,
I offended her, the fool -
She was all mixed up and confused!

At first - I was affectionate:
this and that...
But she was cautious:
"No, that’s that!"

I then ground my teeth and
Couldn’t help but being rude:

"If he is so wise and ancient,
His age two thousand and six,
He’s gotta have in any village
At least two or three chicks!"

I gave Mary this proposal -
I would add to this little fantasy!
When he comes back next Sunday
You, Mary, do as I say:

I will do my morning routine
and pretend I’ve gone away,
And you will conjure the Spirit up,
okay?

You make up his bed -
In a stupor, I will beat him!
He will use his wing, I a stake,
He will say a Psalm, I a rake!

He of course will surrender -
Mary’s honor will be saved,
Because I think that
This Angel is Satan!

...Then I’ll fly in, screaming with my stick,
And will be no more hope for it..."
Mary started to cry. "Where did it go?"
"It left, the desirable Spirit!"

"How would I know, I don’t know
where it went?"
"Yes, it’s all true", she answered
"it’s gone!

It read a Psalm to me
And tickled me with its wing..."

"You fooled your ever-loving man!
Oh, you awful wife!.."
I lifted my weapon upward...
Go ahead Satan, laugh at me!