Twas the days before Christmas,
Not even a sound,
Ole NP kept stumbling
And fell straight to the ground.
The reasons are many
From what I have been told,
Without profit in fluids
We’re heading straight down a dead-end road
Leave it to Paulie
To really screw us all,
He hired a worthless schmuck
Who had no skills at all
They spent and spent
For a deep water dream,
To try and compete
With the real mud king
They canned and cut
Those who Posed a threat,
And ran our once mighty company
Into a hell of a lot of debt.
What is left
after all I am told,
A bunch of newbies
that give away the Gold.
They brought in Paterson
To try and save us all,
If that don’t happen
We’ll be walked directly down the hall.
You may not know
The story I have told,
Without the heavy hitters of the past
There would be no Mason road.