Paddy the Painter

There was a Dublin painter named Paddy the Painter
who was very interested
in making a penny
where he could,
so he often thinned down
his paint to make it go
a wee bit further

As it happened,
he got away with this
for some time,
but eventually the parish priest decided to do
a big restoration job
on the outside of the Church

Paddy put in a bid,
and,
because his price was so low,
he got the job

So he set about erecting the scaffolding and
setting up the planks,
and buying the paint
and, yes, I am sorry to say,
thinning it down with turpentine..

Well, Paddy was up on the scaffolding,
painting away,
the job nearly completed,
when suddenly there was
a horrendous clap of thunder,
the sky opened,
and the rain
poured down washing
the thinned paint from all over the church
and knocking Paddy
clear off the scaffold
to land on the lawn
among the gravestones,
surrounded by telltale puddles
of the thinned and useless paint

Paddy was no fool
He knew this was a judgment
from the Almighty,

so he got down on his knees
and cried:

"Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what should I do?"

And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke..

(you're going to love this)

Repaint!

Repaint!

And thin no more!

Repent!

Repent!

And sin no more!