Jordan runs the Rebutt well,
Every night he gives it hell,

Hourly work is only play,
"Earn big by doing a lot," I say,

One man eating up lumber stacks
Keeps two men laboring, bend your backs,

I push buttons to feed this thing
Finished lumber, zing, zing, zing...

Go the saws and coat with wax
Perfect ends and trade name facts,

We the pair who put them back
On the pile, we only lack

Your good fortune, who sets the pace or
Drives this ancient man-killing racer.

by D. Edgar Murray