The Ward Clerk
He kept the minutes, typed each note,
And put them in the file.
The membership he knew by rote;
He labored with a smile.
The ordinations, births and deaths
He faithfully recorded
For forty years, until at last
He went to be rewarded.
The people he had known so well
Turned out to shed a tear,
And pay respect to this good man,
Gone to another sphere.
But as the choir rose to sing,
They saw with consternation
The good man from his coffin step
To count the congregation!
-Author Unknown
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