Pancakes in Church

At church this weekend, while the choir was singing some walk the lenten journey dirge, I got an irrestible urge to sing the Aunt Jemima pancake song.

So, I did.

Aunt Jemima pancakes,
without her syrup,
is like the spring,
without the fall.

There's only one thing worse,
in this universe,
that's no Aunt Jemima
at all.

I felt better.