Roger’s Mistress—sing to tune of
By Susan Rochat for Roger’s CDC Retirement Event
December 1, 1999
Oh Roger he’s a gardener for sure
He has a mistress we’ll call “Miss Manure”
Until he’s ninety-one, he’ll be playing in the dung
And for this illness there is no known cure.
His love affair forever will endure
He thinks she’s oh so lovely, he can gaze for hours idly
He’ll do anything for more of Miss Manure.
I thought you’d had enough of Miss Manure
But the trailer loads keep coming that’s for sure
My senses are overcome by the smell of horsey dung
But you think she’s gold and now I’m insecure!
Rog, I thought you were a straight arrow guy for sure
Until you fell in love with Miss Manure
Now I have to bide my time, wait until you’re 99
Till I get you back from Mistress Miss Manure.