In the borough of Manhattan churches stand in serried ranks,
where the high and low may gather to reflect and give their thanks.
Priests and preachers, deacons, elders -- all abound to serve their God.
Synagogues and mosques do flourish, to restrain the thief and bawd.
Crowding in upon each other, each abode of holy spark
suffers from the same dilemma -- never any place to park!
When the holy angels summon all to Judgement Day at last,
they will open ev'ry curbside and the parking meters blast . . .
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