This here's a little song I just composed today, sung to the tune of "The Ballad of Jed Clampett", theme song to "The Beverly Hillbillies":
Come 'n listen to the tale of Rutherford the "judge",
A biblical illiterate whose brains were made of fudge,
The end o' the world he was tryin' to contrive,
So he said, "The resurrection is in nineteen-twenty-five!"
New light, that is, false hope, total crap
Well, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and the rest,
Joe said, "Hey, they'll need to move out west!"
Said, "Californy is the place they'll love the best!"
So he bought him a mansion, and then he named it "Beth"
Sarim, that is, "House of Princes", scam for fools
Well, 'twenty-five has come and gone, an' Rutherford has too,
But his followers still have a scam they'ld like to sell to you,
You're all invited now to read their magazines and books,
An' join their happy gang of fanatical kooks
Jay-Dubya's, that is, doomsday cult, shut your brains off
Obey the FDS now, y'hear?
Robert V Frazier