Oh House of Representatives with your two tiered chamber,
With your multitudes and chaos
Your skits and singing
I miss your humor
Oh larger body of elected ones, Majority like sheep you follow your leaders
As the caucus doors close and thumbscrews turn
Down hill you trod, the state, its schools,
Its economy in tow
Oh disciples of the temple of Moyle when will you finally gather and stray
Retribution against the few is easy,
Against the many is foolish.
Organize your multitudes.
Oh larger Minority with your 18 members, I miss the difficulties of communication,
The instant messages,
The frustration and joy of meetings where all was not decided in advance,
The meals together, the laughter.
Oh House of Representatives you are a fractioned, contentious body.
In your eyes there is life,
In your voice there is song,
In your pages there is theater.
As the trees leaf in this late session it is time to say goodbye, yet we remain.
From one great stone building to another we shall soon drag our cardboard boxes and folders.
We are done here though your draconian ways keep us longer.
Farewell oh House.