Oh, give me your pity, I’m on a committee,

Which means that from morning to night,

We attend, and amend, and contend, and defend

Without a conclusion in sight.

We confer and concur, we defer and demur,

And re-iterate all our thoughts.

We revise the agenda with frequent addenda

And consider a load of reports.

We compose and propose, we suppose and oppose,

And the points of procedure are fun!

But though various notions are brought up as motions,

There’s terribly little gets done.

We resolve and absolve, but never dissolve,

Since it’s out of the question for us.

What a shattering pity to end our Committee,

Where else could we make such a fuss?