While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our
minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his
collar wilt.

Apparently, his five-year-old sonand his playmates had found
a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed,
they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a
hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.

The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers
and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought
his father always said: "Glory be unto the Faaaather. .and unto
the Sonnn ......and into the hole he gooooes."