I quickly knocked out a song for the congregation to sing at her retirement, knowing that I myself would soon lose access to the office printer. It matches what John Kander and Fred Ebb wrote for Liza Minelli, rhyme for rhyme, syllable for syllable, except at the bridge, where I take liberties à la Frank Sinatra's version.
Well, she's expected at the office this morning, and I'm not. So here's the perfect song for an occasion that may never happen:
Start spreading the news:
Sue's going away
where she'll enjoy retirement,
upstate New York.
But filling her shoes
without any pay --
that's such a hard requirement!
Please wait, New York!
Who else can balance acounts, be registrar, and plan wakes?
Who else can teach E.F.M.?
lead Evening Prayer?
proofread The Bells?
That's what it takes!
"Recycle, re-use,"
she'll probably say,
to serve her new environment,
upstate New York!
So now we say "so long"
with a recycled song:
Sue, renovate
up-
state
New York!

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