And Then There Were None. Stu Mark.

Thirteen little boys,
helping with big jugs to shelve.
One accidently fell down,
and then there were twelve.

The pair to that one,
was sad, though all were bretheren,
He wandered off alone, 
then there were eleven.

Outside they played 'war',
just like grown men.
But play was too real,
and then there were ten.

To show off their manlihood,
they all climbed a great vine.
But one was too weak,
his fall left only nine.

Log over a river,
can be passed if walked straight.
But one wasn't too steady, 
then there were eight.

All were walking outside, 
one dreamed of heaven.
Fell down the stairs,
then there were seven.

They all played in the field,
with bats, balls and mitts.
But after a bat on the head,
there were only six.

Those who were left
tormented a bee hive.
One got stung too much,
then there were five.

Wandering through the plains,
they came across a wild boar.
After a frantic charge,
there only were four.

Hiding in the woods,
nearby a dead oak tree.
Wind knocked it over,
then there were three.

They slept in the woods,
to wake to the morning dew.
But quickly they noticed
there were only two.

They left for home, 
no crowd left to have fun.
But after crossing a snake,
there only was one.

One little boy,
scared into a run.
Fell into a pit,
And Then There Were None.