Alas! The end of term is nigh,

The snow begun to melt,

And everywhere the searing warmth

of springtime is now felt.

Some would call it global warming,

Others, catastrophe,

Most would claim it's rather pleasant

(but I would disagree). 

In any case, hiking will happen,

So come to the meeting at nine,

Collis again (don't ask me when

Robo will be thine).