You may talk of milk and honey, when you've got a lot of money
And you're not too stressed 'bout paying all your bills
But when it comes to teaching, you may have to do some reaching
Even if it takes you far from home and friendly hills.
Now in Syria's sunny clime, where I've never spent much time,
I have little taste for risky foriegn offers,
My little niece called "Chag", picked up her hat and bag
And ventured there to bolster up her coffers.
It was "Chag, Chag, Chag"You red-necked little educator "Chag"
Winter here is kinda cold and ugly as a troll,
but "The desert's hot as Hell", my Darling Chag.
Now the bathing suit she wore, was nothing much before,
And rather less than half of that behind ,
For a twisted piece of rag and a tattered carpet bag
Was all the gear she had the time to find.
She landed in Damacus, she didn't stop to ask us,
if we thought she ever would return.
You can bet your blooming nut , 'cause I feel it in my gut,
that she's there to stay, a time to teach and learn.
Again, it's" Chag, Chag, Chag".
You squiggy nosed delinquent, little Chag
I've loved you when you hit me
And even when you bit me.
You'll always be my favorite, cuddly Chag.
When God rings the final bell, and I find myself in Hell
Serving double time in labor for my sin .
You'll be squatting on the coals, reading books to poor damned souls,
I'll wink at you and flash my toothless grin.
Yes, it's "Chag Chag Chag"
My long lost little sweetheart, pretty Chag.
Though I've belted you and flayed you
By the living God that made you,
I'll look forward to great lessons from my Chag.
