05/24/2026
There once was a ho**er one-eyed,
Who flew to our plate shop inside.
With a wink and a hoot,
He got right to the route,
Of the signs we all crafted with pride.
He perched by the shear every day,
While healing his troubles away.
Cutting plates with delight,
Through the shop’s buzzing night,
Like he’d always just worked there that way.
An old Alberta “Bumble Bee” plate,
Became the new eye for his fate.
Bolted on good and tight,
It gleamed shiny and bright,
And turned that poor owl into great.
When the moon climbed the dark evening sky,
Our patched-up old friend said goodbye.
With one metal gleam,
And a proud soaring scream,
He flew off through the night, strong and spry.
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