Computer Science merged with Math,
And Transportation crashed:
Its pieces now are found in Green,
The dump for branches trashed.
Then Journalism felt the wrath
Of limb reduction too;
Psychology was treated mean --
Guess therapists were few!
Most social branches gave their breath
To Green when they expired,
But I can't tell you what they were,
So many were retired.
Plasma Physics bled to death,
And other science locs
Were fed to Heffner, Falconer,
And Engineering, folks!
There was a branch for Dudley's herbs,
But it's long since split up.
Electric Engineering's sign
No longer is lit up.
Yet no old branch's ghost disturbs
Me; rather, I'm afraid
The next one cut might well be mine,
And that ghost won't be laid.
For now they're bleeding Meyer down,
And frying FRI away,
Which is a necessary task
To cut our costs, they say.
Such wounds must surely bring a frown
To book lovers, who see
A trunk so truncated, they ask
If it won't hurt the tree.
But now the amputation's done:
It's awful, but, we're told,
For operations to do good,
It's better to be bold.
Well, since they're finished with their fun,
We shouldn't raise a stink:
Though some limbs now are fire-wood,
The rest are safe -- we think.
Originally published in SUL News Notes, November 13, 1992.
c 1992, 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.