The Angel and the Devil

An angel met a devil in the middle of the air.
Said the devil to the angel, "What's been happenin' up there?
For my rank is rather lowly,
And the gossip travels slowly,
And I seldom stray so far away from you-know-who downstairs."

Said the angel to the devil, "Oh, you know, there's nothing new.
We sing and play our harps all day, with breaks at ten and two.
Now I hope nobody hears,
But I've been there ten thousand years,
And I'd trade my robes and angels wings for something fun to do."

The devil snorted "Something fun? Think twice before you try it!
Down there they party every day and every night's a riot!
You say you're tired of singing?
Well my pointy ears are ringing!
And I'd trade my tail and pitchfork for a little peace and quiet!"

The two of them fell silent, as the devil stroked his chin.
Then the angel gave a chuckle, and the devil gave a grin,
And the angel swapped his wings
For the devil's devilish things,
And the devil donned the angel's clothes beside his angel twin.

The angel spoke a solemn vow, and promised not to tell.
They slapped each other on the back and wished each other well.
And the devil heaved a sigh
As he floated toward the sky,
And the angel grinned a wicked grin and sauntered off to hell.