An Ode to Colleen
There once was a lass named Colleen,
At playing the organ, ‘twas keen;
Her Swell, it was great,
Her Great was first-rate,
Her pedaling skill was supreme.
Bob Downer said, "Play™just a while",
She should have suspected that smile;
Colleen said, "okay",
And until this day,
She started each service with style.
But a wee bit of mischief she'll play.
When, on any given Sun-day,
Just listen, you'll find
That "The Old Baylor Line"
Has into the prelude, made way.
The Cassavant sometimes gives grief,
Frustration, it is positif;
A cypher will sound,
Pre-sets can't be found:
But Colleen stays cool – it's so neat.
At eleven o'clock comes the feat
That Indy could scarcely repeat;
The hand-off to Susan.
Not a beat they are losin'
The ba-ton is passed, and toute suite.
One memorable Sunday ‘twas yucky
The weather outside, it was ducky;
On that rainy day
When the ceiling gave way.
That she didn't resign, we were lucky!
For to each of her jobs, she gave all,
Whether grand the occasion, or small:
Ancora's her fan,
Kid's choir thinks she's grand.
For ‘tis not a job, but a call.
Colleen , what a journey you've trod:
Next Sunday without you, how odd:
Buts forever, ‘twill be
In thinking of thee.
We'll say a great "thanks be to God!"
July 29, 2000 – With loving appreciation from your church family.