To the tune of: Hail to the Chief
On the occasion of Stirling Albrecht's Retirement
 

 

    Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.L.
    As you embark now upon your farewell trek;
    May your retirement befit you very well-well,
    This is our wih-ish, ex-librarian Albrecht.

     CHORUS:

    Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,
    As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;
    Whether we mih-iss you-ooti-ime will tell,
    Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore.

 

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    Hail to the 
Sterling example of a man-man;
    What have you left us as shyly you retire?
    We have the memories, plus those strategic plan-plans,
    Which we shall fol-ah-low, perhaps, or admire. 

    CHORUS:

    Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,
    As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;
    Whether we mih-iss you-ooti-ime will tell,
    Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore.

 

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    Hail to the planner we call Sterling-ling-ling-ling.
    Hail to your insight which has been outta sight.
    That's why our voices are raised to sing, sing, sing, sing.
    That's why we're shree-ee-king with all of our might.

    CHORUS:

    Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,
    As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;
    Whether we mih-iss you-ooti-ime will tell,
    Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore.

 

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    Hail to transition and Randy Olson-son-son,

    Who has learned much at your honorific knee.
    Your job, amigo, is over with and done-done,
    But what remaineth now is your legacy. 

    CHORUS:

    Ever Hail to the Chief of the H.B.L.L.L.,
    As we see you retreating out the door - out the door–or–or-or;
    Whether we mih-iss you-ooti-ime will tell,
    Buh-ut we are all indebted and shall be evermore.

 

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    Music by James Sanderson,
    Lyrics by Dick Hacken, 9 August 2002