The pastor had been reassigned,
This sermon was to be his last.
He was shaking hands with each one
As the members were filing past.

A little old lady stopped by,
A member that he hardly knew.
She shook his hand as she told him,
“The next one won’t be good as you.”

“Nonsense,” said the young minister,
As he gave her shoulder a pat.
“And just what is it about me
That you’d say something like that?”

“It’s like this,” she told the pastor,
As the others all walked on past,
“I’ve been here through five preachers
And each has been worse than the last!”