Praise be!

From spleen bangs ricy outings
To Norway's chocolate shades
Where most nefarious groutings
In pink and several fades
This does not make no sense now
And double negatives
It really matters not how
This hymn to God praise gives!

"Praise be!" exclaimed Thora "Douglas" Herd. And the elk shot him.

For all the frogs who from their hoppings croak
And all the toads who in the pond do soak
Not to forget that newts are also wet!
Allelujah! Allelujah!

All arthropods, who creep and crawl in grime
And slithering things that do inhabit slime
All snails that skulk, and slugs of noxious bulk
Allelujah! Allelujah!

And lo! There breaks a yet more glorious wind!
Lentils are dried, but baked beans must be tinned
Prunes tapioca, mushy peas, stockbroker!
Allelujah! Allelujah!

(With off-key descant bit at the end)