MIDNIGHT ON THE OCEAN
(Tune: "Silver Threads Among the Gold")

It was midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight.
While the sun was shining brightly, for it had rained all the night.
'Twas a sumnmer's day in winter, and the rain was snowing fast,
As the barefoot boy with shoes on stood there sitting in the grass.

It was evening and the sunrise was setting in the west,
And the fishies in the tree-tops were all cuddled in their nests.
As the wind was blowing bubbles, lightning shot from left to right.
Everything that you should see had been hidden out of sight.

While the organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir.
When the sexton rang the dish rag, someone set the church on fire.
"Holy smoke!" the preacher shouted, as he madly tore his hair,
Now his head resembles heaven, for there is no parting there.