VICKI

She’s warm, and she’s wise, and she’s witty
She’s patient, she’s perfect, she’s pretty

An author, a lawyer —
We revere and enjoy her

The lady called “Mrs. Committee”

Her motto is “TGIT”
Which stands for “Thank God It’s Three” —

That magical hour
Her power will flower

And off to some meeting she’ll be

From January through to December
In every last fire she’s an ember —

If there’s a committee
Anywhere in this city

Chances are Vicki’s a member

EC and FAPC
ASC and SAC

M-I-C-K-E-Y —
How does she fly so high?

No one’s as active as she

In Housing, she long was enshrined
So resourceful, she boggled the mind

Trailer, frat, pod —
A veritable god,

Finding space where there’s no space to find

The Council called Student Affairs
Was also once one of her lairs

Her student affairs
Were only in chairs

And Vicki was free from all cares

And now she’s the Management Chair —
Teaching more than anyone there

Heaven has sent her,
This marvelous mentor —

The soul of compassion and care

She teaches . . . and teaches . . . and teaches
The number of hearts that she reaches!

The laws of taxation?
A student sensation —

They laud her in all of their speeches

Her brilliance arrives in big bunches
Refined intuition . . . great hunches

Sunday mornings, behold
Full potentials unfold

When Vicki is serving her brunches

After the phone calls, the faxes
It’s good to know Vicki relaxes:

On a cold winter’s night
Before shutting the light

She reads a good book about . . . taxes

Her cooking’s the heavenly manna
(Love that coconut rice with banana!)

Then, boom! — there you are:
She’s off in the car

To spend a few days in Montana

It’s just down the road —and quite nice
How far? Oh, two days — don’t think twice

But we all were concerned
On that day that we learned

Of her excellent adventure on ice

Or that time when the engine burned out
And they bought a new Prius en route

Dear Vicki, be careful —
You travel, we’re prayerful —

Give us nothing to worry about!

She knows everything, everyone
She’s gets the undo-able done

She balances forces
Between teaching courses

She’s clearly three (people) in one

Let Vicki’s ovations be thunderous
This lady who’s no less than wondrous

May she ever astound us
Run circles around us

(As well as over and under us)

She’s down to earth — not world-otherly
With people, she’s sisterly, brotherly

But the character trait
That makes her so great

Can be summed in one word — and that’s motherly

With verses I’ll no longer bore you
I’ll put one last datum before you

If heaven’s arriving,
In Vicki it’s thriving —

Dear Vicki, we simply adore you

Happy birthday, Vicki!
October 18, 2009 and 2015

Vicki’s House

Sung to the tune of the Mickey Mouse Club theme song:

Where’s the place we love to be
When Sunday rolls around
V-I-C-K-E-Y — MIU’s MC

Where’s the place on Sunday morn
The in-crowd will be found
V-I-C-K-E-Y — MIU’s MC

Vicki’s House
Vicki’s House
With Vicki serving brunch to everyone
Where’s the place on Sunday morn
Where fullnesses abound
V-I-C-K-E-Y — MIU’s MC