I smell incense, over yonder, nigh.
...How dare you insinuate that I am getting "high"?
It's through prayer we reach those splendid heights.
Praise and prayer incessantly through many sleepless nights.
Who needs luxuries like candlelights?

Loving ladies, praying for the earth.
We're big into selflessness, though not so much self-worth.
Following a devout Spaniard's lead
Showing our devotion, never mind whether we bleed.
It just shows the earth has so much need.

We'll keep men around to tend the garden.
Just one or two of them, though; surely God will show pardon.
Meanwhile, there's girls we have to teach
When we're not busy listening to the preacher preach
Or in prayer when it's time to beseech.

Some reformers think we go too far.
We'll forgive those misinformed ones, whoever they are.
The convent is our home, not a jail.
We'll forgive you if you're jealous of a wholesome veil.
Criticism's such an epic fail!