Plaint of the BWAG Alphas
(to the tune of "When You and I Were Young, Maggie")
by Mary Geis

 

I wandered today in the hills, Margaret,
Where first the BWAGs roamed;
The elk run free in the wildlands still
Where new BWAGS are cloned.

 

The young elk race up the hill - no fear
For joints or heart or lung;
The old ones lead from the rear, oh dear!
 And remember when they were young.

 

Yes, now we are aged and gray BWAGs
Our day as Alphas nearly done;
The Betas will all lead the way, some day
And Omegas will rest in the sun.