An old well-established favourite of most choirs it has become (inevitably) known by most choristers as "Highly flavoured gravy".
For anyone left on the planet who doesn't 'get' it, this is a paraphrase of "Highly favoured lady" etc.
Equally awful is the schoolboy/girl version of "A Gaelic Blessing", known as "Garlic Dressing".
The list is long and tedious, the sense of humour involved pretty primary-school basic but, every now and then someone in a choir somewhere comes up with a new one which is gleefully seized upon and added to the repertoire.
We have, as I mentioned in an earlier post, been singing "The Jesus Child" by John Rutter and have had great difficulty fitting the words in to the music at the speed expected of us.
One line refers to "The kings from the Orient bringing gifts of Gold Myrh and Frankincense " This was causing one of my colleagues real problems and at the run-through before the service she suddenly blurted out "Mould fur and mankincense". Total collapse of whole choir.
Only those who have sung in a church choir will even begin to understand the amount of giggles this sort of puerile humour can evoke. I can only think that long exposure to juvenile humour weakens the brain.
Roll on Midnight Mess.