THIS IS THE STORY OF SARA McKOUND
SHE LIKED TO WELD WHILST SITTING DOWN
ON THE EDGE OF HER STOOL SHE SAT NICE AND TALL
WHILE ALL AROUND HER, HOT SPARKS WOULD FALL
OBLIVIOUS SHE WAS TO THE HOT MOLTEN DROPS
THEY RAINED DOWN APLENTY WHEN THE WIRE WENT "POP"
HER ARMS WOULD GET BURNED THEY HAD LOTS OF SCARS
BUT FOR THE COURSE, THIS WAS THE PAR
DAY AFTER DAY SHE RAN SPOOLS OF WIRE
UNTIL ONE AFTERNOON HER PANTS DID CATCH FIRE
SHE LEAPT FROM HER STOOL SCREECHING AND RANTING
WHILE ALL OF HER COWORKERS FELL OVER LAUGHING
SHE LIKED TO WELD WHILST SITTING DOWN
ON THE EDGE OF HER STOOL SHE SAT NICE AND TALL
WHILE ALL AROUND HER, HOT SPARKS WOULD FALL
OBLIVIOUS SHE WAS TO THE HOT MOLTEN DROPS
THEY RAINED DOWN APLENTY WHEN THE WIRE WENT "POP"
HER ARMS WOULD GET BURNED THEY HAD LOTS OF SCARS
BUT FOR THE COURSE, THIS WAS THE PAR
DAY AFTER DAY SHE RAN SPOOLS OF WIRE
UNTIL ONE AFTERNOON HER PANTS DID CATCH FIRE
SHE LEAPT FROM HER STOOL SCREECHING AND RANTING
WHILE ALL OF HER COWORKERS FELL OVER LAUGHING
