Strip her of her honor,
Jezebel takes it in stride.
With little to hold herself together,
Jezebel decides it's time to hide.
She'll be back when the time is right,
Not now with so much faith and their first love.
Jezebel sends the foxes,
They steal fallen fruit for their trove.
They're chased back by hornets,
Leaving the fruit that was gourmet.
Angels praise on their cornets,
They sing and they dance, and they play.
For while Jezebel hides,
Another willing soul is saved.
This her position further derides,
She, weakening, might behave.