Dream Of A Nun In A Yellow Habit

There’s a nun in the attic,
She wears a yellow habit,
She communicates through a knot hole in the floor,
When she gets mad
She paces,
She paces,
Her habit becomes brighter as she paces,
Bright light streams down through the hole and
Her rosary clanks against the wall,
Not because of lovingkindness,
It’s because shes mad,
She becomes incoherent,
Talking in tongues,
Ranting and raving
About how she doesn’t like yellow,
Around Christmas time she calms down and
The pacing stops,
Prayers can be heard through the hole in the floor,
The clack of rosary beads is the only other sound.