There once was a poor man called Lazarus.
Living on the doorstep of this rich man.
Poor Lazarus had nothing only the.
Cloth on his back.
Even dogs would have pity
on him licking his wounds.
But the rich man would not lift a hand to help him.
Poor Lazarus died and was carry to heaven.
By Abraham.
The rich man pleaded to Abraham.
To send Lazarus down to dip some cool water.
On the rich man’s lip to cool him down for a minute.
But Abraham just clow the door.
And the rich man lived in pain.
Down below!
