Boo!

Hangley Aronchick opened on Halloween 1994.  Resident poet Tad LeVan drafted this special ode to Hangley Aronchick's 13th Birthday.

The goblins are restless; the ghosts are a hoppin'
The eyes of the sugared-up children are poppin'
And everyone everywhere's starting to ponder
(Instead of just working, our minds start to wander)
To witches and werewolves and devils and freaks
To mountains of candy that should last for weeks
(Of course if it lasts more than three days or four
We're so sick we throw what is left out the door)

Next Wednesday is coming and with it a treat
A luncheon together where we can all meet
To celebrate Fright Night and yet something more:
That day long ago when HASP opened its door
So come down to "A" and get ready to party
We want all those smiles so you'd best not be tardy
The very same day that we call Halloween
Is also this firm's special birthday:  thirteen

(Thirteen is unlucky; or so some folks say
But we sure as heck do not see it that way
See, all of us here want to be something special
Be smart and be fun and never superficial
We try to assure that we all are quite vested
In our special mott "We just can't be bested"
We bring in the smartest and happiest folks
The structure is flat and we love silly jokes
We'll kill ya with kindness and kill ya in court
Be it contract or tax law or corp'rate or tort
We're nice and we're kind, yet we'll hand you your ass
If you take us too lightly or give any sass)

But 'nuff about us; to the choir I'm preaching
For you all are experts about what I'm teaching
So please come on down and bring with you your stories
To share with us all -- we'll forget any worries
We'll eat and we'll drink and we'll laugh and we'll cheer
(And who knows who just may show up with some beer)
You'd best show your face 'cause I have a big hunch
That the following Friday there won't be no lunch 

                                                  Tad LeVan