Unsigned retirement verse printed with the Monsignor Peet feature, April 1981. The adjacent article’s byline is not assigned to this uncredited verse.
You’ve heard the news, have you? It’s terrible dire! They say Father Peet Is about to retire. The folks in his parish Is taking it hard. There’s talk of black crepe Over buildings and yards. You know that lot, do you? Out of St. Roch’s? Not one of your more Amenable flocks. There’s black and there’s white And there’s others, no less. Each with opinions He’s bound to express. How the good father stood it The Lord only knows, Their friend in rejoicings, A comfort in woes. The Germans is singing Mother Macree, Poles, Swedes, and blacks know the Rose of Tralee, And if, mind you if, They could ever agree, It’d be that Father suits St. Roch’s to a T.
Originally published in The Paper, April 1981.
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