Oh, what a day for Catholic Shea!
On little Charlie’s corpse, he dances.
His socialistic God advances
And makes a glorious display
Of victory. The statist way
Will conquer brand new vast expanses.
The way of death that Shea romances
Flashes its boobs. He shouts hurray!
But suns of triumph tend to set,
And exultation tends to pass.
Observant angels don’t forget
Because some liar goes to Mass.
The Lord has lots of comebacks yet
For St. Shea of the Giant Ass.