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.