Jesus On The Windshield

Which goes to show what’s most despised
May well one day be highly prized
The Sniggles 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 pass 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 Sniggles 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