Oh, give me a pity,

I'm on a committee.

Which means that from morning to night we attend

and amend and contend and defend

Without a conclusion insight.

We confer and concur,

we defer and demur

And re-iterate all of our thoughts

We revise the agenda

with frequent addenda

And consider a load of reports.

We compose and propose,

we suppose and oppose

And the points of procedure are fun!

But though various notions

are brought up as motions

There's terribly little gets done.

We resolve and absolve,

but never dissolve

Since it's out of the question for us.

What a shattering pity

to end our committee

Where else could we make such a fuss?