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Bob Walker: The twenty-third point This story I’m about to tell,
About a bloke you all know well. A Union Rep. here on the job
And known by all of us as Bob. He fought the cause on our behalf,
With his neck stuck out like
a
big giraffe. An upright man he’d stand and fight,
As he knew the cause he fought was right. With dedication rarely seen,
He removed the barriers in between and brought together as best he knew,
The Boilermakers, Ironworkers, and AEU. But a united front was not desired,
by the boss and so Bob was fired. Of Bob they must have lived in fear
As a lesser man would still be here. The metal Trades then took a hand,
You know them all that gallant band. In judgement sat with
wig and gown, A decision they then handed down.
Guilty and without remission Bob used a phone without permission.
A dreadful thing for him to do, It serves him right, we’ll
sack
him too. And
if
unity
you
are all seekin’ There’s the Metal Trades and
Evans Deakin. They worked together at this
job, Of sacking him, this man called Bob.
by Unkown Poet