Oh what a pity
We’re forming a committee.
The treasurer won’t know
How to spend any dough
The secretary will think we’re fools
Because we don’t know the rules
And then there’ll be a chair
Not wanting to be there
And someone who’ll obsess
About O, H and S
And another will want spending
That seems never-ending
And there’ll be one poor jerk
Who does all the work
And I’m afraid, you see,
That jerk will be me.