This brings back terrible memories for my mum. My eccentric great-aunts taught me the chorus when I was about three years old, and I would sing it gleefully whenever I got the chance. Imagine the scene; Catholic church, Easter Sunday morning, concelebrated mass with the Bishop attending, dozens of altar servers, loads of incense and rituals. The church is utterly silent in reflective prayer prior to the communion. The head altar server rings a small bell to call the faithful to communion, and a shrill little voice pipes up...
Tim