As we came out of the Idaho Falls Temple one evening, I found the following on my windshield:
From the suburb of Ammon
we drove here tonight,
While you worked for our
ancestors proper and right.
And while you performed
an endowment or two,
We'd thought that we'd do
a small kindness for you.
So while you were serving
in the House of the Lord,
Your windshield was polished
by the youth of our ward.