Long ago when I was young
going to church was lots of fun.
We worked all day, sometimes no pay.
Come Sunday morning, we would get on our way.
Across the fields, woods, and roads,
most everywhere were lots of holes.
It wasn’t what we always wanted to do
but the choices we had were very few.
Each Sunday we went to Sunday school.
The teachers, they taught us the golden rules.
They said, “thou shall give, thou shall not kill,
and when you have done these things,
you have done his will”.
John David Fulmore
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