Twas the thirty-first of August, in the twenty twenty-five,
On the Sabbath morn from the Grace Mosaic PCA Dive
Rev. Joel Littlepage let it be known that he’d play Rome’s fool
Sadly the spirit of Jenny Geddes was nowhere with a stool
Irwyn Ince, with Elders and Shepherdesses cheering approval
Never thought of Rev. Littlepage’s rebuke or removal
Never thought of any Presbyterian or Christian rule
Neither was there one Jenny Geddes Shepherdess with a stool
Rev. Littlepage mounted the Pulpit with solemn clergy tone
In twenty-three minutes he explained how he had grown
“Seeking the Lord’s face”, he said, “has me moving old school”
And nobody greeted his Romish words with Jenny Geddes stool
Rev. Littlepage spoke about his ministry as “assigned vocation”
For the time he spent during his Presbyterian long duration
No laughter was heard, nor was there sounds of deserved ridicules
And no denunciations of Geddes were heard nor her flying stools
Then pops up the head of the PCA, MNA, Irwyn Ince to speak
With praise upon his lips for the Joel Littlepage Papist geek
The effusiveness of Ince’s praise caused the MNA chief to drool
And still there was no shuffling sound that promised hurling stools
But the story is still not yet told, the affront not yet fully explained
The honor of our Lord Christ had not yet reached total stain
This papist Littlepage now serves the Lord’s table as a Romish tool
And still there is no multiplicity of hurled Jenny Geddes stools
Now we come to the laying on of hands upon family Littlepage
“Dear God we pray you will bless the future of this alienage
And bless wife Melissa as she works for a sodomite Democrat fool”
Somewhere Jenny was weeping over the absence of just one stool
And thus no mighty deed was done by a modern Jenny fan
No removal of foppish Popery from the Washington DC PCA land
But the time is coming and now is when Romish ghouls
Will once again be greeted with Jenny Geddes famous stools