The Minister's Late ...

For want of anything better to post tonight (or too many things to post), here is a poem I learnt somewhere, sometime:

The minister's late
He's forgotten his date
So what shall the people do now, poor things?

They'll sit in a pew
With nothing to do
And sing a collection of hymns, poor things.

Adapted from The North Wind Doth Blow, it is a poem which disparages a loss of Congregationalism in Churches.