original poem by Keith
I once saw a lineman
high in the sky.
Putting on some orange stuff
is what caught my eye.
He wore a yellow hard hat
and dark glasses for the sun
And carried an orange stick
that they called a shot-gun.
High on that pole
he was playing with the wires
Poking and pulling,
I was sure there'd be fires.
He opened up a thing
that they called a cut-out.
Then looked down the line
and gave a big shout.
"It's dead! It's dead!"
he told everyone.
"Now let's bring in the trucks
and get this job done."
Now that I'm six,
I was as impressed as could be
Watching all the linemen
from the Electric GV.
