J.W.M.

Here comes H.Q.C.

Pappy stood by the Burger Hut

Waiting for the guys with his trusty red toolbox

Each tool neatly inscribed with his initials J.W.M.

So no one would steal them

The Harrington Company got to work

Butterlips and Pappy paired off together

Butterlips got the ladder, so Pappy watched over him

It was no one’s business why they just clicked

Don’t hit the line

Pappy said a little too late

Electricity ran up the wire

Blew out the transformer of the Burger Hut

The whole neighborhood went out

So they ran like hell

The Harrington Quality Company remembered these stories

especially during Pappy’s death

When H.Q.C. and Butterlips gathered around the man

Who made electricity go up instead of down

They relived old memories

Memories that are imbedded within

Within are the ties that exceed blood and bones

H.Q.C. knows we all have a piece of Pappy

Even if we’re not blood