A while back Steve Benson had a post entitled Comet Comet Ye Saints - and I told him I had thought that it would be about Ward Cleaning Day - But it wasn't.

Well Steve's post had inspired my inner muse, and I've come up with the following lyrics to that tune we all know and ... well let's just say that we all know it:

I have 3 of 4 verses written, with #4 to come soon:


Comet, Comet, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear;
But with joy scour away,
Though hard to you this staining may appear,
Hours shall be spent this day.
'Tis better far for us to clean
A Mighty Mall Salt Lake to glean;
Do this, and then the coffers Swell -
All is Well! All is Well!

Why should we gripe about this calling long,
We are low; all is right.
Why did we state to fire staff was wrong
We must now pay all night.
Climb up that ladder; fresh Comet take.
Those spider webs all must you break;
We hope you've learned your lesson well-
Life is Hell when you Rebel.

We'll find a place behind a pile of crap,
Hid away, is a Pest,
Where none have thought to bait or set a trap;
Lives a rat and her nest.
Oh will the air, with screeching ring,
Shout curses loud and screaming bring,
Above the noise one cannot tell
Oh, Dear God, Sister fell!

Very good. :-D

LOL x 1 million! I just sang all verses to my DH and we both enjoyed this a lot. Big thumbs up!

Here's the long awaited verse #4

And should we quit before the job is through,
"Hell to Pay!" They will yell,
Scrubbing for free is not our thing to do,
With the damned we shall dwell!
But if they call on us again
To clean toilets and sinks for them,
Oh, how we'll make their anger swell,
All is well! All is Well!


* Note - I could have gone much more humorous but instead I elected to keep the hymn in line as much as possible with the original - so that if the MoTab were to sing it they might actually fool some into thinking they were singing the real words :)

Bless you all - and stay away from the Ward House on Saturdays!