From the higgledy-piggledy house
Came Sister Andre the nun,
Who dreamed of having a spouse
So she could have more fun.
She told her secrets to a field mouse
That she also wanted a son,
So she packed her blackest blouse—
Her devotion, finally done.
She raised a family and decided to teach,
Once she removed her shawl,
And with all of her experience to preach
Her spouse became her thrall.
Her methods made children beseech,
‘Till it echoed down the hall,
The lyrics of a song—but with screech,
“Another brick in the wall.”
Days came and she finally grew old,
Her baggage weighed a ton.
Her fate was sealed always to uphold,
A god that killed his own son.
Her thoughts never hers as foretold,
Sadly, never understood the sun.
From the disarray of god came undone,
This higgledy-piggledy nun.