You must be early to get the back seat
To beat off competition
Where one can hide from pulpit view
And scan the congregation
To be the last you must be first
Or make a reservation
It matters not that you can't see
Or hear the preacher's sermon
Today I came especially prompt
To be one of these mortals
But not a rear seat space remained
Within the building's portals
I'd like to ask them when they came
My guess is Saturday night
But when the Benediction ends
They're up and out of sight
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