(ala Puccini)
Master Howard Adolph
we honor you today
for your service these past eight years.
You’re a wonderful sommelier!
Giacomo Puccini
is your favorite I hear.
As you can imagine
for me he is not so dear.
Most of his heroines expire:
Mimi coughs up blood, dies from T. B. yes?
Tosca dies by leaping from Rome’s famous Castel Sant’Angelo.
She is quite a big mess!
Then there’s Madama Butterball – me, you see?
But I digress we’re here for you and Grant Park Symphony.
Twenty years. Twenty years.
That’s how long you’ve heard them.
And for forty nine years
you’ve been Maita’s mate.
Oh, Happy Howie.
How beloved you must feel…
(ala Boccherini)
Then there’s Bob Coyle – he’s a master too –
but of grilling, and as long as you.
Perfect attendance! Here’s a medal.
Oops, I’ll need it for my next show.
Do you know how hard it was for this opera diva
to find sheet music by Boccherini-a?
Hey, I’m not complaining. I’m just slow.
We can’t all be historians like Coyle.
He is such a dear.
I am finished here.
So Bob grill and have no more fear.
(ala Wagner)
Dave Miller’s Master Slicer Dicer.
He’s held the title these few years.
Before they’re cooking on the grill,
his onions bring me down to tears.
By now you might have guessed it:
He loves Wagnerians!
Those operas are so long,
I hope he wears his Depends.
(ala Mozart)
Joanne Lorenz captures Kodak moments.
Ha, ha, look and see how red her face just went
She loves to travel, attend symphony,
brings dog Bo in hospital therapy, yes,
in therapy, yes,
in therapy!