My guess on this vote I will not say;
Tomorrow will tell if Dave has his way;
In years far from now we will see;
If things turn out how he says it will be;
The past is upon us once again;
What is now is what was then;
Frank Lorenzo he did pioneer;
He’s back again in a Dave veneer;
When he looks out his window, to his surprise:
Is a clear, blue, ‘empty’ sky;
Being an expert on the microeconomy;
The director of Maintenance he wants to see;
Tell me now, How can this be?
Planes on the ground make no money!
Your guys have got to stop fooling around;
And get my damn airplanes off of the ground;
Fooling around! Not so! the director cries;
Their all working, come see with your eyes;
So out of the office they both stamp;
To see the spectacle out on the ramp;
Fully blossomed engines are all they see;
Look sir, at all the productivity!
Dave scratches his head and starts to frown;
How can I make money when my planes are all down?
This is not right, this can not be!
They can not do this to me!
I pay them less;
But I’ve got a mess;
The savings, he finds, they are elusive;
When mechanics become, inconclusive;
I really thought I had them beat;
But they way they make overtime is quite a feat;
The ink is black or blue, so its said;
But to Dave it means one color,and that’s RED!