Edna

Now Miss Edna, she is saved and sanctified.

She wears a white hat, sits in a place of honor — the front pew, a woman of God for decades.

She don’t like them young folks with the spirit of Jezebel,

Whom she knows are destined for Hell.

She claps and shouts, dances and falls out,

Hoping to forget what she did down by the riverside, so long ago.