Last modified Sat 29 Oct 2016
Sit back, relax, your're in for some treats,
As we relate stories, about our beloved PIZZTS.
For those of you who do not know,
PIZZTS was her name from eons ago!
Now all of our roots begin when we're born.
For this young lady it was amongst the corn.
For deep in the south country, in a town called Taber.
This was the beginnings of our friend and neighbour.
How does a country girl from a small town;
Survive in the jungle we find all around?
Never you worry - show her no pity.
She mangaes just fine in our BIG CITY.
But from one end to the other is quite far!
Surely to goodnesss one needs a car.
With her licence in hand Verona does strive;
Even though, she doesn't YET know, how to drive.
Whenever you ask her, what's it all about?
You always got the same, "I'll cheque it out!"
These few words were her favourite line.
Now they adorn our newspapers headline.
Can you imagine her in a garden?
Reaping the harvest - before the frost makes it harden?
To achieve good results and to ensure you won't fail
Remember to remove those long lucious nails.
With time on your hands you could go for a jog
Or perhaps at your age -- just a walk with the dog.
But surely now, exercise will be a must,
Perhaps, the treadmill will finally loose it's dust?
Leaving the hustle to become saner,
And with Terry as your new trainer,
You soon will be getting quite fit!!!
You won't have to worry or even give a (Darn).
So take with you these few memories
And remember us, who still must please
So go back to your roots - make no mistake
Nestled in the country, up by Pine Lake.
MARCH 1996 ON THE OCCASSION OF YOUR RETIREMENT FROM THE BANK OF MONTREAL
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