Mayer and Wright are such ***** I’d like to impale them on sticks Of commitments they remind Like a kick in the behind, And they stick to one’s *** like ticks
Mayer and Wright are such weasels Perchance they’ll be run over by diesels They whine and cajole Like a second ******* I hope they come down with the measles.
O words of advice they’ll be hurling And many are tinged with Sterling They may chant the code Eye of newt leg of toad That’s when my head will start swirling.
They both try to help I must say But their limits do get in the way Wright thinks he’s quite bright Mayer thinks he’s quite right O what an insufferable buffet.
I humor them in their quest To do for me what is best They’re kind and determined There are worse kinds of vermin On which a man like me might be pressed.