O Captain! Our Captain! Your birthday now has come,
Another year you’ve weather’d, the Covid fight near won,
A Spring Break’s near, once lockdown’s clear, and people vaccinating,
We’ve looked to you with steady gaze, ‘midst uncertainty and waiting;
But O cover! Your! Mouth!
O don mask and shield and google,
From virtual to face-to-face,
We’ve dutifully toggled.
O Captain! Our Captain! with all Self-Checks submitted
Rise up—for you we stand on guard— in PPE outfitted;
For you bouquets and handmade cards—creativity a-churning
For you they call, the Kindies masked, their eager faces turning;
“Hey Marshall! From Paw Patrol!”
“We baked a cake from play-doh!”
And sing to you the Birthday Song
(a metre’s length we’ll stay, tho’).
Our Captain, answers thoughtfully (once hands are washed with soap);
Our Leader does not turn away, his words suffused with hope
For Boyne is anchor’d safe and sound, its staff and students pray;
This fearful year will disappear, and restore normalcy someday;
Exult O staff, hear the final bell!
And with a steady pace
Walk the halls our Captain leads,
Masked smile upon his face.
*A Parody for Our Fearless Leader on his Birthday,