If you saw him in those last weeks
So old and frail and grey
I beg when you remember him,
Don’t think of him that way.
Our mate, ‘Sir’ Bob Kemnitz, he’s one who gives his best to all,
A king of our community, and star at every festival,
“Pat, pat, are we all met? Here’s a marvelous merry place for our rehearsal,”
But the times have changed; we are guests at this stage, reunited since long time dispersal
Just quietly Chief, you got a minute? Just between you and me
In the world of Can do – Will do OSCU, what’s in the policy?
My Dad is a bastard, though nowadays we do get on well
I say he’s a cranky old fart, he says I’m the daughter from hell