Yes, Scribes and Lawyers ridiculed,
While babies saying and talked,
There was a time when children ruled,
And the donkey did not balk.

When, that colt brayed, I'm sure it rang,
So joyful was that beast,
Hosannas were the words he's saying,
On that great day of the feast.

T’ was heralded by the prophets lip,
And, longed, for, long ago.
Our all depended on that trip.
They delighted it to know.

Every one's heart must overflow,
To have heavens king so close,
What a procession, sudden so,
The road was strewn with clothes.

Ideas, altogether, seem to blend,
They shan't let this chance passed by.
Now, devils hated to see the end.
And branches of palms lift high.

Oh, t'was Jesus’s last bouquet,
Height of the pyramid!
Loves victory they taste that day,
Naught but right doers did.

Frustration, how bitter, is sin?
Who, thanks what he ought to think?
Yea, and is your heart right within,
To drink what you have to drink.

When you look up and see the wall,
And, Angel hands, appear.
Whiting, writing, the judgment hall,
Who, will you, honor or fear?

H. E. Crane