Near the manger filled with straw
Humble creatures chewed and gnawed
At the hay bits all around
All but silent was that sound..
Smelly cows and smelly hay
Created the irony of that day
God Almighty who made us all
Was a Babe in Bethlehem's stall
He who made the Heavens and earth
Bowed beneath a virginal birth
Blessing poverty unto the sky
Poorer then, than you and I ..
Not like reasoning should be made
Of this gifted-ness now displayed
Humble creatures and a pair
Carried the Answer to our despair.