Fooling Around with the Old Story (cont.)

That Old Story, Limerick-style.  Part 2, (in Egypt and so on)

In Egypt, Joe had great success.

But for others it was simply a mess.

Israel was oppressed,

distressed and depressed.

To be free? “Twas only a guess.Then one day a baby was born

to an Israelite woman one morn.

His sister, brave Miriam

made sure to take care o’him

by keeping close watch on the shore.

 

The baby was placed in a basket

since his mother did not want to risk that

he’d be killed by the Pharoah,

a guy mean and low

who was ready to blow his last gasket.

 

When Moses (that baby) got older

he became very strong and much bolder;

telling old Pharoah

“Let my people go!”

Man, that dude had some chip on his shoulder!

 

Mighty Moses, he parted the waters

for Israel’s sons and her daughters.

Miriam led them in dance,

in song and in chants

as the desert became their new quarters.

 

 

 

But the people they grumbled and whined.

For their life back in Egypt they pined.

Moses picked up his staff

broke a big rock in half.

Out came water, more lovely than wine!

 

Forty years they roamed and they wandered

while the hope they once had soon was squandered.

“Where is God now?” they asked.

“Who gave Moses this task?”

 It was much worse than anyone pondered.

 

Moses climbed to the top of Mt. Sinai

and said, “God, I really do try.

This is tough, can’t you see?

Why pick on me?

How ‘bout you come on down from the sky?!”

Now this tale will eventually end.

But not for some time yet, my friend.

God has much more in store,

such as prophets galore.

There’ll be kings!! queens!! and oh, so much more!