This is the Buddha's tooth, this is His nail,
Revered relics these, ancient, sacred and holy.
God abideth in everyone, the scriptures tell
Care for them that have not, be free of man's folly.

"Don't give alms on Tuesdays and Fridays,
Never on a new moon day if you would prosper;
Chant and worship six times a day,
To get rich quick nice and proper."

What? Who lies there, this abominable stench?
Just skin and bones and an upturned belly.
"It is the half-pregnant beggar who came to my door
On Friday, how she dared to be silly!"

One thousand Buddhas turn in their graves,
This being the sorry state of the world.
They rather would that we should
Be kind, forget the tooth, nail and gold.