Classic Poem

Brother Noah, Brother Noah,
May I come into the Ark of the Lord
For it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard?
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo, hallelujah!

No, you can't sir, no, you can't, sir,
You can't come into the Ark of the Lord,
Though it's growing very dark and it's raining very hard.
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo, hallelujah!

Very well, sir, very well, sir,
You can go to the dickens with your darned old scow,
'Cause it ain't goin' to rain very hard anyhow.
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo, hallelujah!

That's a lie, sir, that's a lie, sir,
You can darn soon tell that it ain't no sell,
'Cause it's sprinklin' now and it's goin' to rain like hell.
Halleloo, halleloo, halleloo, hallelujah!