The day that Peter Hanes was born
An angel sounded Heaven’s horn;
And every cloud that heard the blast
Released three raindrops as it passed.

And every drop that then was shed
Awoke one flower from its bed;
And so each bud that day on earth
Was opening for Peter’s birth.

And every breath that Peter draws
Of myriad actions is the cause;
So you today who hear birds sing
Should know it’s Peter’s christening.