I sent an angel to watch over you

but with a flash he came right back again

he said there was nothing for him to do

angels don't watch over angels he explained

the novices are standing in a queue

to view an angel already ordained

your good deeds reflect a welcoming hue

evil called but vocal chords are strained

Ah, your ears deafened to what you would rue

some angels don't need to be picked and trained

they don't need wings or a feather to woo

their giving and loving ways unrestrained

So maybe you'll come to watch over me

a novice uniform waits patiently