Devils

I have three tazmanian devils
Trails of clothes and toys and food
They fight and screech and cry
Unreasonable, naughty, attitude

Sure they make me laugh
They're cute enough to pinch
And when they use their manners
Life seems to be a cinch

Tonight I heard a prayer
Young, innocent and flawed
'Help me be like Jesus'
'Help me to help God'

What my devil didn't know
Is that he answered the big question
Of how to live our lives
Of how to be a Christian

The purity is unmatched
I've learned this much tonight
If I ever lost my devils
I'd surely lose my light