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“The Fourth Wise Man” by Dermot Dorgan

“Three Wise Men came to Bethlehem following a star,

Their names we’re told were Melchior, Caspar and Balthasar.

One brought a gift of frankincense, the others myrrh and gold,

They came to greet the newborn king, the Gospel story told.

They gave their gifts to Jesus in the manger where he lay

His mother offered coffee, but they said they couldn’t stay.

They got back on their camels, near the stable they’d been tied,

And as they headed off back east, Mary softly sighed:

“I really don’t need perfume – though myrrh of course is tops,

And gold is always useful, but we’re nowhere near the shops,

And frankincense is lovely – but a stable’s not the place.

I hope they’re not the wisest men in all the human race!

“It was very good of them to come from such a far-off land,

After all that time on camels, it’s a wonder they could stand,

But bringing Jesus gifts of myrrh and frankincense and gold –

It’s just not very practical – he’s only ten days old!”

Next afternoon a man appeared outside the stable gate,

He said he was the Fourth Wise Man, and sorry he was late.

“I’ve brought some things I thought you’d need – it’s just a little gift”.

A quick inspection of his bag gave Mary’s heart a lift.

A frozen casserole was there, and a stuffed and fluffy toy.

Some baby clothes in pastel blue – he’d guessed it was a boy!

“The thought of washing nappies”, Mary cried “need not unnerve us,

For here’s a six-month voucher for a nappy washing service!”

She turned to thank the stranger, but the stranger wasn’t there;

He’d slipped away and vanished in the chilly winter air.

But on the gate he’d left a note, quite simple, but profound –

“Don’t write this in the Gospel, please – I’d never live it down!”

So don’t forget the Fourth Wise Man – the wisest of the lot.

He brought the really useful gifts the other three forgot.

If thoughts of gold and frankincense and myrrh don’t leave you glum

It’s because you’re prob’ly not a young and new (and first time) Mum”.

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