Our Father Whichart

When you offer up a prayer

To Father Whichart in heaven,

Don’t you ever wonder

How he came to be up there,

Sitting on God’s throne?

This mysterious Father Whichart,

This complete unknown?

And now they say there’s been a coup,

That Father Whoart’s won the war,

And Father Whichart is no more.

Well I suspect you changed your name,

Father Which, to Father Who.

And I refuse to play your game,

If it’s all the same to you.

So I have checked my number plate,

Our Father Which, Our Father Who.

And let me give it to you straight.

You are not my heavenly father,

Either one of you.

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