came to church all the time;
One fell out with the preacher,
then there were nine.
Nine Little Christians
stayed up late;
One overslept on Sunday,
then there were eight.
on their way to Heaven;
One took the low road,
then there were seven.
Seven Little Christians,
chirping like chicks;
One didn’t like the singing,
then there were six.
Six Little Christians
seemed very much alive;
One took a vacation,
then there were five.
Five Little Christians
pulling for Heaven’s shore;
One stopped to take a rest,
then there were four.
Four Little Christians
each as busy as a bee;
One had his feelings hurt,
then there were three.
Three Little Christians
couldn’t decide what to do;
One couldn’t have his way,
then there were two.
Two Little Christians
each won one more;
Now don’t you see,
two plus two equals four.
Four Little Christians
worked early and late;
Each brought one,
now there were eight.
Eight Little Christians
If they double as before;
In just seven Sundays,
we have one thousand twenty four.
In this jingle
there is a lesson true;
You belong either to the building,
or to the wrecking crew.
