The church was feeling the abuse heat
No longer were they ruling elite
Too many children being abused
They stood red-faced, naked and accused.
The laity was keenly aware;
Of how the churches sins were laid bare.
Tithing was down to a mere trickle
Mother church was in a deep pickle.
Oh my God, what to do, what to do?
Time to give the retailer his due;
When your sales drop, present a new look
Dress the window using a new hook!