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Tribute to "DAK"
Craig L. Johnson, Sep 1982
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For near a quarter century
I've known this guy called "DAK."
First in old San Antonio
And then when he came back. |
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He stirred us up, and kept the faith,
We never could sit still.
He nagged us till we went to work,
It was a test of will. |
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Between those times of yesteryear
We both were sent oer' seas.
Together in old sunny Zwei
In southeast Germany. |
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His reams of notes were read by all
(At least to some degree).
This paper tide consumed us Crows
While DAK was full of glee. |
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Now in those days DAK had no wife,
Foot loose and fancy free.
An Aggie loose in Germany
Is something you should see. |
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A major seminar, he dreamt,
Would be the thing to do.
One job like that would kill us all
But now there's three, not two. |
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He worked all day and played all night,
Was always "on the town."
And then along came Mary Ann,
At last he settled down. |
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The people worked, not once but thrice,
To help his dream come true.
Bigger and better every time,
And we know we're not through. |
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But that was twenty years ago,
When these two tied the knot.
And Mary Ann has shown us all
That she can take a lot. |
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Seventy-nine to eighty-three,
One every other year,
The shows get better all the time
An DAK just says, Hear, Hear! |
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At work DAK kept a movin' on
And intel was his game.
He never thought of more than that,
But soon that was too tame. |
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His fame, it grew, he knows no bounds
He kept a steady vector.
What do you know, our DAK became
— Regional Director. |
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By nineteen sixty-eight, it seems,
DAK thought there's more to know.
So late that year he joined the club
And he became a Crow. |
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And here we are in eighty-two,
DAK keeps on having fun.
His friends and neighbors come to see
His night out in the sun. |
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His interest grew, he wanted more
But much to his dismay,
The Billy Mitchell Club was weak
And in such disarray. |
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So many times we let things go,
And often we forget,
To say the thanks for much hard work
And help we always get. |
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We Crows have been a lucky bunch,
Leaders came when needed.
When the clarion call went out,
DAK's the one who heeded. |
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We think a group like the Old Crows
Just moves because its there.
We overlook the driving force
Of people who still care. |
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When things were bleak, and nearly dead,
The Crows looked like a duck.
DAK took the helm and led us back,
With him we don't need luck. |
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So thank you DAK, enjoy your night,
Sometimes it has been rough,
And if you didn't like this peom
Well then DAK — That's Tough! |
