Back-Seat Problem

"I wonder," said good Parson Jones,

With a little troubled frown,

"If there is any way to get

You folks seated farther down."

"You see I have to talk across

So many empty pews

Before my voice can reach the back;

I fear my point you lose."

"And then I feel so lonesome too,

Way up here - you clear back there;

It's hard to feel you're with me

When I come to God in prayer."

"I wonder if you folks are scared

Of what I'm going to preach,

That you hurry so to park yourselves

In the farthest seat?"

"Or do you fear the church someday

Will suddenly catch fire?

Or do you want to slip out quick

If of my theme you tire?"

"I wish you'd come up closer

So I wouldn't have to shout -

If you don't I'm going to have

Those back seats taken out!"