I wrote this when I was a hardWORKing pioneer being passed over for Ministerial servantship year after year.
The circuit servant's coming soon, and when he asks I'll have to say
There's a creditable brother here the others are on holiday
He's eminently eligible as a ministerial
I think, with me, you will agree that he's the right material
He's neat and smart and organised, he's even cleaned the kingdom hall
He's amicable, tollerable, neither short, nor fat, nor tall
His gracious smile and spectacles portray him immaterial
He's just the sort of fellow who could be a ministerial
He knows that kings invaded things, approximately BCE
That Paul in Acts was quite relaxed while being shipwrecked in the sea
He's never had a thought about a matter inetherial
He's just the sort of fellow who could be a ministerial
To illustrate his pliant state in taking to the present truth
He told me that he gave it back: an organ transplant from his youth
In matters of opinion when a man might be inscrutable
He'll hold the floor declaring "they are justly executable"
He needs to count the magazines transcribing it upon a form
The brothers late he must collate efficiently each Sunday morn
He needs to hold a microphone without arousing wrong desire
The recommended underwear will complement his fine attire
Pre-eminent in modesty, or so I overheard him claim,
No weird genes or oddities associated with his name
And so in matters theocratic spiritual and filial
He's just the sort of fellow who could be a ministerial
His ministry is regular he does a little every year
So marvellous a scheduler, he once began to pioneer
He never wastes his time upon the context of the scriptural
He doesn't deviate from our interpretations literal
He balances his diet with skimmed milk upon his cereal
He's just the sort of fellow who could be a ministerial
