A Chief Dispatcher named Rod L. would always try to nit-pick,
Took such delight in being right when others were wrong, it was rather sick,

We were telegraph operators, Union Pacific, working hard,
Rod would call at 1:00 a.m. wanting to know what was in the yard

To be picked up by No. 151 -- loads, empties and tons,
I told him, "No loads, 1 empty and 120 the tons,"

"How can an empty weigh that much?" he asked, thinking I'm in a corner,
I replied: "It's a great, humongous flatcar, made to haul a transformer."

                                                                       by D. Edgar Murray