Put A Straw Under Baby

Put a straw under baby
Your good deed for the day
Put a straw under baby
Keep the splinters away
Let the corridors echo
As the dark places grow
Hear Superior’s footsteps
On the landing below
There’s a place in the orchard
Where no-one dare go
The last nun who went there
Turned into a crow
Turned into a crow, crow
Turned into a crow
The last one who went there
Turned into a crow
There’s a brain in the table
There’s a heart in the chair
And they all live in Jesus
It’s a family affair