And good-bye Robinson,
This hearkens back to the good early days,
When he could do no wrong,
When library committees were fair game,
Given to friends of note,
When Mammoliti put thumb up or down,
To let council know which way they should vote,
When people still believed the gravy train,
Was out chugging somewhere,
And Nunziata's antics were allowed,
From the speaker's chair.
He's got new life,
And confidence, too,
He's even scheduled his own Ford party,
To show the world what Ford Nation can do.