The sad lonely bones lie bleaching in the desert sands,
Largely ignored to this day in all distant lands,
These relics of a human journey searching for a special birth,
known only to the vulture and the insects of that bitter earth.
Four magi priests set out that September day,
following a bright star, expecting astrological foreplay,
They hoped for a birth that would far outstrip the climax of their career,
The coming of a saviour, a Holy Messianic Engineer.
He was the forgotten Unwise Wise Man
He's been written out of that Holy Christmas Plan
Was it cos he was Persian? [No!]
Was it cos he was Arabian? [Nooo!]
No, it was just because he was a touch artisan,
and the other three Wise Men ...
Through the land of the Moabites, the Edomites, the Midianites,
Through the land of the Ammonites, they journeyed for many nights,
Until they reached the land of the Nabataean region,
Reeling from the hobnails of a Roman Legion.
In a bar in Madaba, the Unwise Wise Man opened his mouth,
voiced an opinion, not so good, on the state of Canaan,
A brawl ensued, ...
cos semitic racial bonds of blood between the Nabataeans and the Canaanites were very, very strong and, although economic and political tensions ensured there was constant simmering conflict between the two tribes, they always supported each other when threatened by outsiders, and ethnically they were
... very, very closely connected.
The four Wise Men fled that bar, their magi tails between their legs,
and in the panic they stumbled off out into the desert.
But they lost each other, and the three wise Wise men followed the Northern star,
They'd studied well and they made it to Bethlehem.
Have a very Merry Rockin' Jehovah Christmas,
Have a very Merry Rockin' Jehovah Christmas.
He was the forgotten Unwise Wise Man
He's been written out of the Christmas Plan
Was it cos he was Persian?
Was it cos he was Arabian?
No, it was just because he was a touch artisan,
and the other three Wise Men
... were a little bit posh.
Now The Unwise Wise Man had bunked off the module of lectures on Astronomy,
He couldn't tell the Stars apart,
"They all look the same to me," he sighed,
He was stuck in the Syrian desert, going round and round in circles,
He wandered round and round,
He squandered in and out,
And then his water gave out,
And he died of personal drought,
And he missed out on the birth of Jesus.
He was the forgotten Unwise Wise Man,
He's been written out of the Holy Christmas plan,
But it was the Unwise Wise man who foretold
the birth of God's plan most bold
And, Yes, he was a touch artisan,
and the other three Wise Men ... were a little bit posh.
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