To the tune of: Hail to the Chief

 

 

          Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.L.

          As you embark now upon your farewell trek;

          May your retirement befit you very well-well,

          This is our wih-ish, ex-librarian Albrecht.

 

    CHORUS:

          Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,

          As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;

          Whether we mih-iss you-oo, ti-ime will tell,

          Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore. 

 

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          Hail to the Sterling example of a man-man;

          What have you left us as shyly you retire?

          We have the memories, plus those strategic plan-plans,

          Which we shall fol-ah-low, perhaps, or admire.

 

     CHORUS:

          Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,

          As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;

          Whether we mih-iss you-oo, ti-ime will tell,

          Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore. 

 

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          Hail to the planner we call Sterling-ling-ling-ling.

          Hail to your insight which has been outta sight.

          That’s why our voices are raised to sing, sing, sing, sing.

          That’s why we’re shree-ee-king with all of our might.

 

CHORUS:

          Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,

          As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;

          Whether we mih-iss you-oo, ti-ime will tell,

          Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore. 

 

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          Hail to transition and Randy Olsen-son-son,

          Who has learned much at your honorific knee.

          Your job, amigo, is over with and done-done,

          But what remaineth now is your legacy.

 

CHORUS:

          Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,

          As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;

          Whether we mih-iss you-oo, ti-ime will tell,

          Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore. 

 

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                                                  Music by James Sanderson,

                                                  Lyrics by Dick Hacken – 9 August 2002