Sing a song of penance
A picket full of \"why\"
Four and twenty lovers
All have said goodbye
I sit here in the corner
Not liking much my pie
Watching as my appetites
Wither up and die.
But maybe you have charity
And maybe I desire
And maybe still have dainty things
Not pulled from any fire.
Sing a song of openness
But sing it slightly higher
Raise your voice above
The milling murm\'ring choir.