Busy Work
I've been asked to write a po--em,
As our farewell to library school.
If your'e curious to know why I'm chosen,
I've reputation for playing the fool.
We've completed our reference problems,
Joseph's tomb to lost Camel-spin,
Drawn plans for library construction,
Typed till we have worn our skin thin.
We've run projectors for Miss Bullock,
Verticle filed booklet, picture and pam.
And learned how to bind from Genevra,
To make catalog cards from Miss Van.
We've been kind to visiting instructors,
Suffered most under Spellbring and Boax,
While Ferring, Smith, Martin and Ahlers,
Have surely kept us on our toes.
We've communed with the "Library Fathers"
With Miss Dora Smith holding sway,
Read all the great books that were written,
From Homerus to Hemingway.
We've picniced, tea'd and dinnered,
Taken bicarb. and aspirin, too.
Planned panels, discussions and field trips,
Taken tests on the little we knew.
We've written letters to Miss Baccus,
Studied catalog schedules for years,
And found that we'd all come up lacking-
Till Dr. Sweeney settled our fears.
We've been weighed, measured and tested,
Our hearing and sight had to pass.
Appointments, exrayed, finger printed-
And accepted "teacher training" at last.
We've been given a tea in our honor,
Why can't we be happy at last?
It's becuase we can't keep the manuals
That we made in catalog class.
We've learned to love them most dearly,
Must they gather dust on the shelf?
When they contain quite all our knowledge,
I do not plead just for --myself!
Well now I have finished my po--em,
I've not said farewell to the school
If you're curious to find out the reason,
They shouldn't have trusted "a fool".