He entered the Lodge and filled each chair,
Was sent to the East and presided there,
He could give the lecture of each degree,
But fell way down on the letter "G".
Tho he said each head must "in honor bow"
Yet out of the Lodge he forgot, somehow,
For from his careless and prayerless lips,
The name of Jehova would oft times slip.
He recited the lecture with solemn tone,
When the letter "G" to the Lodge was shown,
But we knew at once why the world did scoff,
When we heard this man with his apron off.
The Fellowcraft, too, when the Lodge was thru,
Listened as you and I would do,
But the work tho finally exemplified
Was spoiled by his talk in the room outside.
For no one did as the Master said,
Not a humble bow from a single head,
So the Fellowcraft tho't as he said good night
I will talk as before and 'twill be all right.
If Masonry does what we claim for it
We should guard our tongues lest we forget
To use that great high Name with care
While employed at work or engaged in prayer.
For the world is watching both you and me,
To see if we honor the letter "G"
And our lives and teachings they compare
To see if we're plumb and on the Sguare.