Beggar's Oil

A mustard seed is (has been said)
 All that men will need
 A filthy boy in a bowery lane
 Under the times in a drowning rain
 Stealing bits of sleep again
 Has heard this comon creed
 Grows into the tallest tree
 To cool down the sinner's heat
 I know this man, he's much like i
 A doubter's cusp, a braggart's pyre
 Sweltering in brandy-mire
 And selling bitter meat
 Exemplary of faith i guess
 Starts with naught but soil
 Upon the shoes of wayward men
 Ministers will not befriend
 Smite the temple yet again
 Spill their precious oil
 I've thrown my seed out the window
 Down in the dirt below
 I'll water it with my distrust
 My blatant well-worn rough-hewn crust
 I'll mojo it with voodoo dust
 And pray that it will grow