One enticed a little girl, then there were five.
Five little preachers, preaching “Sin no more,”
One committed an assault, then there were four.
Four little preachers, pure as they could be,
One deflowered an eight-year-old, then there were three.
Three little preachers—pity they’re so few—
One killed his paramour, then there were two.
Two little preachers, to glorify the Son,
One whipped his child to death, then there was one.
One little preacher, in the fold alone,