Word Perfect

[poliphilo]

 I dreamed that a bunch of us had been arrested for being drunk. The chief of police was drunk as well and while she slept it off in her office we boxed her in with a circle of filing cabinets and piles of folders. It was just for a laugh- and when she woke up she'd see the joke. While we were waiting I began reciting the "Old Hundredth" and was pleasantly surprised to find that I was more or less word perfect.

"All people that on earth do dwell
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
Him serve with joy his praise forth tell.
Come ye before him and rejoice..."