Rudolph, the union machinist
had a set of Craftsman tools,
and if you every saw them,
you would say they shine like jewels.
When he had his job at GM
he could buy his kids some toys;
his overtime was piling way up,
retirement would have its joys.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
the VP came to say,
"Rudolph, global markets are down,
you know we can't keep you around."
Now the parts are made in China,
low wages were the golden key.
Rudolph's now a red nosed wino;
he went down in poverty!
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