A minister was walking in front of his church when he heard his five-year old son and playmates 'round back.
He walked back there and noticed the boys had found a dead bird. Feeling a proper burial was in order, they had secured a small box and some cotton batting, then dug a whole, and were now standing around the "grave."
The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers, of course. With sonorous dignity the little boy intoned HIS version of what he thought his father always said:
"Glory to be unto the Faaaaather, and unto the Sonnnn . . . and into the hole he goes!"