With apologies to TS Elliot

THE SONG OF THE ‘GELICALS

Evangelical Pratts come out to-night,
Evangelical Pratts come one come all:
The Evangelical goon is not too bright—
So Evangelicals come to the Evangelical hall . Evangelical Pratts are not black but white,
Evangelical Pratts’ brains are very small;
Evangelical Pratts are not very bright,
And unpleasant to hear when they caterwaul.
Evangelical Pratts have masticated faces,
Evangelical Pratts have dead black eyes;
They like to practise their airs and graces
And wait for the Evangelical goons to rise.
Evangelical Pratts develop so slowly,
Evangelical Pratts heads are oh so big;
That’s why Evangelical Pratts are roly-poly,
They know how to dance like a bloviating pig.
Until the Evangelical goon appears
They break their toilette when they take their repose:
Evangelicals like to close their ears,
Evangelicals like to stick stuff up their nose.
Evangelical Pratts are white, white and white,
Evangelical Pratts are of immoderate size;
Evangelicals like to hump any porn star they might,
Evangelical Pratts have hooded eyes.
They're loud enough in the morning hours,
They're loud enough in the afternoon,
Reserving their preachyfieing powers
To prance by the side of the Evangelical goon.
Evangelical Pratts are not black, brown and not white,
Evangelical Pratts like to creep and to crawl;
If it happens to be a Stormy Daniels night
They will practise a caper or two in their hall.
If it happens to be Sunday in all of a fright
Apart from thoughts and prayers they have nothing at all:
They are cresting and raving convinced they are right
By the Evangelical goons in the Evangelical hall .