Boss, my boss, your boss
Is coming
In the pants and shirt
And belt
And wrist watch
And an attache
In the hands.
Boss, our boss is coming,
Alighting from,
The office boss
Looking smart and handsome,
Serious and grave
In the golden glasses,
Good morning, sir.
But of late he has changed,
Undergone drastic changes
As for keeping
The French-cut beard,
Just a little bit
On the chin
To make him ridiculous.
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