"Heaven!" they all piped up.
"And what do you have to be to get there?"
"Dead!"
"Wings!", they piped up.
"And what else?" asked the Pastor.
"A harp", replied one bright little girl.
"Yes", said the Pastor, "And what does that make you?"
And from the corner a little black boy cried out, "Please,Sir, I know that
one Sir, please Sir, let me Sir, aawwww please Sir." frantically waving his
arm in the air.
The Pastor taking pity on the boy's enthusiasm picked him out, "Yes, Rastus,
and what would that make you?"
The little lad relied so full of confidence, " Sir, that would make me Sir,
a bat!"
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Redhead, me love, sorry for pinching that one off you and if we ever meet I
owe you a drink for doing it.