My sermon today comes from the book of Ecclesiastes . . .

My sermon today comes from the book of Ecclesiastes . . .
Can’t stop to talk. My date awaits and she’s got the wings of an angel.
I’m telling you, Harry, the Bobcat was this big but he wasn’t going to mess with those raccoons. He hightailed it out of there when they came after him.*
That actually happened here last week. The bobcat was being chased by a mother raccoon and her three kits and he wanted no part of them, for raccoons can be ferocious.
Hey, you never know, I could be the next Richard Tucker if I were Jewish, for now it’s the church choir.
It’s Sunday and the week and I have flown. See you soon.
My African cousin may be sacred to the Egyptians, but I am so much better looking, don’t you think?
Hey, McCartney, if you had wings like this you could have been something more than a lonely former bug.
And on Sunday you have to spread your wings and fly, just like the week did.
I do love my escargot, but hold the drawn butter. Getting it off my wings is a nightmare.
IT’S CATTLE EGRET WEEK
And the week is gone, so we’re out of here.