David Danced - Michal Watched

Michal was loyal
To everything royal
For she was the daughter of Saul.
But her husband was boorish
So awfully boorish
With simply no manners at all.


It was her fate
To marry a mate
Who had grown up with chickens and sheep
How to bring charm
To this boy from the farm
Was causing his queen to lose sleep.


Oh, she had to confess
He was a success,
In the eyes of the world, Dave was famous
But of how kings comport
Themselves when in court
He remained a complete ignoramus.


David's heart soared
And he danced to the Lord
In a manner more free than refined.
And his poor little wife
Got the shock of her life
So she gave him a piece of her mind.


"I don't care a smidgen
About your religion
As long as it's solemn and chaste
But the way you're behaving
With arms wildly waving
Is shockingly lacking in taste."


"If you must raise
Your spirit in praise,
Please see that it's soothing and calm.
The Lord I am sure
Would really prefer
Something more like the 23rd Psalm."


Then God's anointed
Became disappointed
He knew he had nary a chance
Of ever persuadin'
This prim, regal maiden
That the Lord is a lover of dance.


Churches these days
Talk a lot about praise
And the Joy that accomp'nies Good News
But don't tap your feet
Or get out of the seat
For Michal still lurks in the pews.

[ by David Steele -- from Bill Dorman ]