Dean Keen Poem by Boghos Artinian

When Lichtenwalner was the dean
Oft around him someone was seen,
Who, though a generation younger,
Had obviously planned ahead longer;

For he failed not him to imitate
With his pipe, his gestures and his gait,
And ask the questions whose answers
Were the dean's ego enhancers.

Today, that someone is the dean
Oft next to the president seen,
And no doubt in a generation
He would reach his next destination!