Be bop alua

You’re rich enough not to believe

In a better afterlife

You’re smart enough to fear no hell

Besides a grumpy wife

You have no martyrs and no saints

No holy places to go to

Nor any Sunday chants and prayers

Besides be bop alua a whop bam boo

Whilst a converted non believer

- Religion’s out of time -

Something unexplained keeps itching

Distant church bells chime

For you would like to know the answers

Life’s questions bother you

At times you envy the believers

They’re fine with be bop alua a whop bam boo

You have put your faith in science

In devoted ecstasy

When a missionary space probe

Sets foot on comet 67P

And you read the sacred pages

Life and works of St. Philae

Looking for clues and recent answers

On to be or not to be (bop alua a whop bam boo)