Good King Progressless - a Christmas song

The School ADT looked out

At the students’ queuin’

At the end of every term

All the coursework’s due in.

Surely, thought the goodly bloke,

There’s a better process?

When a bright thought hit him hard

He’d sort out the whole mess!

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"Hither, colleagues, stand by me

Here’s my thought in outline:

Yonder process, what the F***?

Why don’t we do it on-line?"

"Yes”, said many, straight away

Thinking of the savings

Off they went to plan the job and

Quell the AD’s ravings.

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"Mark my guidance, good my friends

Use it very boldly

Thou shall find thy colleagues’ rage

Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In their mentors’ steps they trod

Feeling sometimes rebuffed

‘Til they met an awkward sod

And told him to get stuffed!

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Therefore, Colleagues, all be sure

Quills or rank possessing

Ye, who now will use on-line

Shall yourselves find blessing.