An Ode to our Illustrious Head
It’ll do no good to weep and wail,
Or lash her with a cat-o-nine-tail,
When Heather, our illustrious Head
Decamps to Burgess Hill instead.
Though woe is us, we can’t complain
Or look at her in sheer disdain.
We’ll just grin and hide the pain,
And get our planning out again.
So say not goodbye, but fond farewell
To Windy Miller, ne’er do well.
The One ahead of all the moves,
Who beats Imelda’s store of shoes.
…And takes up residence in the loos
With toothbrush, toothpaste and shampoos!
The One whose stack of energy
Will get us all through DofE
Directions we have lost are found!
But, no mistake, she’s outward bound.
So now, when all is done and dusted
And all the paperwork is busted.
When Friday chapel is no more…
See what Burgess has in store!