While the organ peeled potatoes
Lard was rendered by the choir
While the sexton wrang the dishrag
Someone set the church on fire.
Holy smoke the preacher shouted
In the rush he lost his hair.
Now his head resembles heaven!
For there is no parting there.

My church has a service on the street every summer. One year it was to be followed by a picnic. There was a chafing dish sitting on a table with a paper covering, and, you guessed it, it caught fire during the service. Of course I said, "Holy smoke!" Wouldn't you?
The fire was out in a few seconds. No damage done. I don't think out pastor even noticed.