The little Hebrew girl Heard her mother's dying wish "Don't become Christian Just be Jewish" "Honor our tradition Of denying God above Heed the pigeon of religion And ignore the dove of love" The little Hebrew girl Was a maid for Calvinists She read in the gospel Jesus exists Yet she still persisted In her tribal sacrilege She would nix the crucifixion Always dredging up her pledge "Mama, I love you" The little Hebrew girl Having lived her fleeting time Rested near the churchyard Where the bells chime Promising we'll climb that Final day to peter's gate Maybe she can hear them ringing Maybe death is not too late "Mama, I love you"