Jamie Grant

He’s trustworthy . . . talented . . . tall
Our great guiding light overall

Keeping disorder out —
Of this there’s no doubt:

Jamie’s our campus Great Wall

His voice is a resonant bass
Befitting the Rushmore-like face

Clearly, he’s grounded —
But also unbounded —

In fact, he’s all over the place

It gives us delight to report
That Jamie has captured the fort

And though he is tall
We agree, one and all,

We’d look up to him if he were short

As Director of Grants — name and form!
The grants he got kept the place warm

We’re talking, like, millions
That flowed through his brilliance —

For Jamie, supreme is the norm

Any project that comes, he’ll help plan it
And then he’ll step in and help man it
(If a spouse should be needed, he’ll Ann it)

He’s sturdy and stolid
In fact, he’s rock solid —

Indeed, this great Grant is like granite

Talk of strategic alliances
He shows what the meaning of giants is

He’s more than a dean —
It’s easily seen

He’s a College of Arts and of Sciences

His final initial is G
How perfect, we say, with some glee —

To us it is clear
That’s he’s cherished, he’s dear —

We dub him, therefore, Jamie-ji

He’s our Granter of Wealth and of Wishes
Our Doer of Deeds (and of Dishes)

Our Granter of Boons
Near the fullness of moons —

His presence is always propitious

He’s a dynamo, a huge power plant
He’s the person who never says “can’t”

Ever steady and tactful. . .
In action, impactful,

He’s one whom we cannot supplant

His family design? One and three —
One man and three ladies, we see:

Ann, and then Joy,
Then Divindy . . . oh, boy!

A quite refined family has he

His smile comes up in a flash
(It’s the Self back to Self in a dash)

And not just at key times
But even in free times —

He whistles when he takes out the trash!

Jamie lights up when he meets you
You feel his bliss as he greets you

You feel expanded —
The gift has been handed —

You feel he somehow . . . completes you

May riches toward him ever slant
May he run without having to pant

Ever stable and steady,
Ever raring and ready

Our gallant and good Jamie Grant

May obstacles be zero (or scant)
May his should never meet with a shan’t

Pure knowledge has found him    —
May successes surround him —

Our glorious, great Jamie Grant

His life is enlightened, enchanted
In us that bright light he’s implanted

No doubt he’s not dreamed
How he’s honored, esteemed —

He’s the Grant that we don’t take for granted

Decant
Enchant
Implant
In proclaiming his praises, we rant
Ever even and clear and serene

Add to his credits:
He writes and he edits

Gallant and glorious
Grand and golden haired