THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO BRESCH
(Matthew, Marcus, Lucas and Ian)
Our quartet grew daily brash and fresh,
Filling our days around the clock.
1, 2, 3, 4, the gospel according to Bresch.
From day one they complained about hash
Around the clock, tic-tock.
Our quartet grew daily, brash and fresh.
Then they didn’t like potatoes mashed,
Curling their lips in that shocked gawk.
1, 2, 3, 4, the gospel according to Bresch.
They they didn’t want to take out the trash.
After all, “This Bresch is a jock!”
Our quartet grew daily, brash and fresh.
Perhaps in the past my thoughts were rash.
My sons didn’t always seem to mock.
1, 2, 3, 4, the gospel according to Bresch.
Now it seems it happened in a flash,
But in hindsight, as I take stock,
Our quartet grew daily, brash and fresh.
1, 2, 3, 4, the gospel according to Bresch.