this one is a clapping game (you can use any rhythm you wish, or read it as a poem)

In the woods back east

Not far from the shore

There’s a little dirt road

That splits in four

First goes to Axton

Second to the trolley

Third to an empty field

Covered with poppies

At the end of the fourth

There’s a big brass bell

On a rotten wood post

On a mossy old well

It’s the warning bell

For the town of Gaddow

Though there’s not much

Of a town left now

A hundred years ago

A fire started in the church

And the flames went quick

Over walls of birch

Only little Suzie

Wasn’t in the congregation

So she ran to the bell

And with great determination

Suzie reached for the bell and shouted

“Fire in the church!”

But she couldn’t ring the bell

Without a better perch

So she climbed the stone wall

And she slipped and fell

And died right there

At the bottom of the well

Some say if you go walking

Up near the old town

You’ll hear the people screaming

As the church burns down

And on clearer knights

You can even hear the bell

Ringing loud and clear

In a mournful knell

They were buried in the field

Where the poppies grew

And a hundred years passed

Give or take a few

But the question remains

In the minds of their kin

If everyone was in the church

Who locked them in?