To the tune of Irving Berlin’s song, Sisters, from the movie White Christmas.
Shrinkage, shrinkage Looks like the Church is suffering shrinkage They always bragged the Church had grown, but now Complete statistics are never shown
Lying, hiding The Church’s numbers we aren’t buying Now, if an apostle says that the Church has grown We know an apostle who needs to atone
Count the apostates The declining birth rates And the excommunications Add them all together Growth claims become untethered In light of that negative sum, a-hum
Attendance, falling Getting hard to fill all the callings Especially, those that demand the priesthood of a worthy man
Women will get the priesthood Only when there aren’t enough men who could And with the rate of shrinkage, the prophet will soon be a woman Young families leaving Means the Church is bleeding And this will only spread
And in most cases Where saints leave with no traces They’re counted long after they’re dead, oh ya. Preventing shrinkage The Brethren know that there’s linkage Between the prophet taking members in his firm hand
Lord, help the prophet Who doesn’t follow this posit Members must be excited and prophets should do it firsthand
Shrinkage Shrinkage Shrinkage can be reversed with a guiding hand
I write ex-Mormon poetry and parody songs and do occasional cartoons. Most have never been seen or heard, but a few are on Facebook. There is not much of a demand for these works. Such is life. I believe I am supposed to terminate this with the phrase, "I was Mormon".