BB Office Battle Hymn

(to the tune of “Battle Hymn of the Republic”)
 
All the visitors who climb the stairs in ALS can see
Smiling faces when they visit biochemistry
There is Barbara, there is Lisa, and Jill Wait is number three
They’re the BB office staff
Glory to the office staff who
Help us do our work and laugh too
Serving Karplus, Ho and Mathews
They’re the BB office staff
 
Right up front is Barbara Hanson who makes popcorn every week
Students hand their time cards in to her on every month’s fifteenth
Barbara’s just the one to turn to if the toner’s getting weak
She has got the magic touch
Glory, glory Barbara Hanson
Typing letters with abandon
Always has the upper hand an’
Thank you Barbara very much
 
Just behind her sits our bookkeeper whose name you know is Jill
She can balance the accounts and statements as she pays our bills
And for every effort made she demonstrates the utmost skills
There is no need for debate
Jill’s the food drive’s major booster
Payables do not confuse her
Plus she takes care of a rooster
Thank you very much Jill Wait
 
As for managing the operation Lisa is devine
Even though she’s only in the office point five of her time
Her predictions of the weather are uncanny and sublime
Yes she makes a great forecast
Lisa manages the corps
Now that Walsh is here no more
Wins the Squirrels final four
Lisa cannot be surpassed

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