Office Poetry

This was sent to my ENTIRE agency via e-mail:

As mysteriously as the step stool disappeared, it has now reappeared.  Whoever borrowed it, many thanks for returning it to me.

To the mysterious borrower, the following is to be sung to the tune of “These Boots Were Meant for Walking”:
                       



                        These wheels were meant for rolling
                        Rolling, Rolling back to me

                        As step-stool rolled on a joy-ride
                        Throughout the (blank) offices
                        One step ahead of all
                        Step-stool disappeared

                        These wheels were meant for rolling
                        Rolling, Rolling back to me

                        The law books became unreachable
                        Step-stool hiding somewhere
                        A mystery to us all
                        Of where, of where can you be               

                        These wheels were meant for rolling
                        Rolling, Rolling back to me

                        And as it was meant to be
                        Step-stool rolled back to me
                        Reunited once more
                        To aid in my reach                                            

                        These wheels were meant for rolling
                        Rolling back to me

Thanks again to the mysterious borrower.

who says nothing gets done around here?