Which goes to show what's most despised May well one day be highly prized. The Sn**les back in '45 One day went out for a ride. ‘Omletta, get in the back seat', Said Uncle to his little niece, ‘But on the windshield is Jesus'. ‘Omletta, don't be ridiculous.' But neither sponge nor razor blade Any effect on the windshield made. When Father Slackjaw he pa** by. Mother Mary she asked why ‘Look at Jesus', said the little girl, The priest said ‘it's a miracle'. The windshield is put in the village hall, And all the newspapers are called The crowds they grew, how they grew. Miracle cures they had them too, Ice creams, T-shirts, plates and cups, The sales figures went up and up. The Sn**les built a house and smiled, Carpeted it in shaggy pile, But sadly Omletta she did die, But it's a moral certainty That sometime At the end of this century Or the beginning of the next She will soon be canonised.