Now Roger’s a man of renown
He’ll rarely be seen with a frown
Despite spawning twins
He maintains a broad grin
And is happy to play the team clown

Roger’s known for his love of a party
He’d rarely say no to John Kirby
He went off for a drink
Got home in a stink
But slept in the car til six-thirty

He’s had his fair share of tough cases
He met most with a smile and good graces
But some were plain daft
They just raised a laugh
And went on for ages and ages

He’s known for his love of his chickens
He’ll bare all to ensure they get feeding
He goes out with their feed
And a handful of seed 
It’s not clear what the bucket is screening

This is our friend Roger Hylton
He fancies himself as John Milton
His sonnets subvert
The hardest of hearts
But frighten both of his children

There’s more we could say of our friend
But good things must come to an end
He’s off to new pastures
And to finish his masters
So good wishes is what we all send