I feel there’s much I need to say,

So many respects I need to pay

My sorrow is depth-less, my grief without bounds

I swear to Zorp, my pain is as bad as it sounds

You dare ask the source of my soul’s deflation?

‘Tis the terminus of my sweet, sweet Parks and Recreation

But we come here, neither to mourn nor to grieve,

As Knope and Co. prepare to take their leave

We should celebrate, honor, and thank it,

The show that warmed us, like a toasty Bean-Blanket

Remember it’s humor, and wit, and grace,

And the time Ben and Leslie got to first base

Remember Leslie, a woman of class and smarts

Who makes me proud to own Lady Parts

Remember that, should your heart you ever misplace,

Burt Macklin will always be on the case

I’d have no regrets, could I but get one wish

To once more see Ann, that beautiful, tropical fish

If nothing else, we take comfort in this,

There’s one person, at least, we really won’t miss

Now we send you off, with a kiss and a prayer,

We’ll never forget you, by this dead crow I swear

-Whitney