Ten Little Gefangeners Poem by Andrew Wright

Ten little Gefangeners
Working down a mine,
One fell down the lift shaft,
So then there were nine.

Nine little Gefangeners
Out to keep a date,
One couldn't find his pants,
So then there were eight.

Eight little Gefangeners
Going into Heaven,
One stole the Pearly Gates,
Then there were seven.

Seven little Gefangeners,
In an awful fix,
For one had robbed a London bank,
Then there were six.

Six little Gefangeners,
Went into a "dive",
One picked an argument,
Then there were five.

Five little Gefangeners,
Going to make a door,
One chopped his finger off,
Then there were four.

Four little Gefangeners,
Out upon the spree,
One was caught beneath a tram,
And that left only three.

Three little Gefangeners,
With nothing much to do,
One turned "Stalag Happy",
So then there were two.

Two little Gefangeners,
Looking for some fun,
One became a Racketeer,
And that left only one.

One little Gefangener,
His first name starts with "E",
He's like a walking scrubbing board,
Sure boys that guy is me.