Mother Theresa took me for a saint
I took the job and gave it my best shot.
She hardly ever had any complaint
And I was happy, too, with what I've got.

Mother Theresa, young and innocent,
Would dream her way into indifferent worlds.
Time after time I, old and confident,
Would warn or calm her with few simple words.

After a while she knew those words by heart
And said them to herself, to everyone
As time flew by they just became a part
Of her old ways and I knew I was done.

Mother Theresa, still good as she was,
Needs me for nothing now, forevermore.
And I can keep the job only because
She is too kind to show me out the door.