BILL
Bill
Good ole Bill
Big Bill, Wild Bill, Sinner and Saint Bill
Along came Bill…because he’s just our Bill
When you see Bill you’d better chill, ‘cause it ain’t
no drill to get him fill’d with a garnish of dill out on the
grill. Nor is that a frill hangin’ under his gill, so don’t make him ill,
‘cause still can go Bill up and over the hill with Jill—behind the li’l old mill.
He can kill krill with a quill, he don’t need no pill, his fadings are nil.
See past the window sill, down over the rill—there’s Bill with his skill,
got a bird by the tail and making it trill, ‘til its chirping grows shrill.
There’s Bill cashing profits into his till,
‘til over the counter they spill,
See good ole Bill, in his
store at Billville,
He will have
his will.
Bill.
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Rebaissance man—Entrepreneur—Singer of Songs
Thespian Producer—Actor—Director—Techie—Man o’the Boards.
Investments Man—Data Man—Mensa Man—Man About Town.
Baltimore’s gain and Frankfort’s loss—Our loss.
We’re sure gonna miss you Bill,
‘Cause we love you Bill.
Vaya con Dios
our friend.
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Tribute to Himself The Venerable Bill Leroy on the
occasion of his remove to Baltimore’s distant shores.
