SURPRISED that humanity just did not get,
The simple Song of Bernadette.

And when finally recovered from the shock,
That so many ignored her gig at Knock.

After passing up places of marble and glass,
Our Lady instead chose an underpass.

The Virgin tried to make things plain,
By appearing as a water stain.

But the faithful could not come to grips,
That the Mother of God was just some drips.

From the adoring a chorus of complaint,
When the city sealed her fate with paint.

Though the great miracle had been sadly seized,
They report the commuters all were pleased.