He entered the lodge and filled each chair,

Was sent to the East and presided there,

He could give the lecture of each degree,

But fell down on the use of the letter "G".

Though he said each head must "in honor bow,"

Yet out of the lodge he forgot, somehow,

For from his careless and prayer-less lip,

The Name of God would often slip.

He recited the lecture with solemn tone,

When the letter "G" to the lodge was shown,

But we knew at once why the world did scoff

When we heard this man with his apron off.

The Fellowcraft, too, when the lodge was through

Listened as you and I would do,

But the work though finely exemplified

Was spoiled by his talk in the room outside.

For no one did as the Master said,

Not a "humble bow" from a single head.

So the Fellowcraft thought as he said goodnight,

"I will talk as before and it will be all right".

If Masonry does what we claim for it,

We should guard our tongues lest we forget,

To use That Great High Name with care

While employed at work or engaged in prayer.

For the world is watching both you and me,

To see if we honor the letter "G"

And our lives and teachings they compare,

To see if we're plumb and on the Square.