Father Ox is my professor,
Friend to student and confessor,
For this unusual beast
Is both a teacher and a priest.
An Orthod-ox first is he,
His power is in history,
And his faith; Dr. Caton
Fights the world, flesh, and Satan.
An ox-ymoron is he too,
A gentle giant, a lion who
Combs his mane and drinks his tea
And sits with lambs for company.
A parad-ox, last not least,
He is a husband and a priest.
Christ called some to watch his flocks
But just one to be Father Ox.
Caton seems to be a contradiction
Venerating fact and fiction.
But as Christ was both man and God,
So truth is more than story, odd.
Father Ox is my professor
Friend to student and confessor.
Fact or fiction, he knows not a thing,
Only truth, that God is King.
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