Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, This One’s For Y’U’dof

An ode to Yudof:

 

Sitting up high in Morril Hall,

A beacon of brilliance shines down to all.

Over in his office in room 202,

One man to lead us, his virtue true.

 

If he’s serving up pancakes

They taste delicious.

When serving the University,

His actions never pernicious.

 

The sun radiates down on his beautiful pate.

The “U” and he, the most perfect mate.

My love for him is pure as gold.

Someday together, we will grow old.

 

On his nose, his spectacles rest,

Oh Mark Yudof, I think you’re the best.