A Christmas Carol

1992

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

Shima’s resting by an open fire,

Thorsen’s fishing at the shore

Bloodgood’s reading in an easy chair

And McAboy is now on tour

Retirement is so much better with a parachute

It turns the sting into a smile

While we who are left are still trying to cope

With the legacy from old Bob Lisle

                But now that Sandy’s on his way

                His capital will put the agencies at bay

                And every employee who’s growing old

                Will dream about a parachute of gold

And so we look to you: Budd, Crispin, Foley and Dick Booth

As we face this cold December snow

We wish you the happiest landings as you

Pull the cord and shout Geronimo.