The following was written and recited By Bob Grant at
Ken’s retirement function at the NSW Cricketers Club
He’d run the streets of Campbelltown delivering milk with a grin,
But the run became too big and so he chucked it in,
to the city of sin he came with its bustle and its din,
and he applied for a job with dear old Alan Quinn
“Can you run a mailroom son?” asked the mighty Quinn
“Can I run a mailroom? Just you let me in”
As the staff assembled on that fateful day,
a tall man entered and said “Get out of my way”
Yes he became a legend, The mailroom runs just right
and he goes Marathon training nearly every night.
A trophy hunter he who works the fun run circuit
With strained face he ups the pace giving other vets a workout
A puffing billy looking silly proud grandfather he
Whom we’ll all miss but let’s reminisce on Ken Saunders retiree
