a forester's secretary is more precious than gold.
His needs she anticipates, appointments does remember.
Why does she forsake him when he works among the timber?
A forester get lonely working among the trees,
His secretary's presence would put his mind at ease.
A forester has lots of notes to take--an awful bore!
A secretary in the woods could perform this chore.
Secretaries, we love you from January to December
Why do you forsake us when we work among the timber?