The Ballad of C.A.L.M
There was an old man from Lynn Lake,
An airline he thought he could make -
A crash in Leaf Rapids,
Cured him of bad habits,
When his life he nearly did take!
He started way up in Stoney,
A "Found" his very first ride -
Then got a King Air,
To give it some flair,
And added comfort inside.
To the Keewatin he went,
And put Lambair in cement -
With Hawker and Twin Otter,
(The Hawker equipped with a potter...
He'd fly her until she was bent!)
Quite often he tricky did play,
To flight-crew's frequent dismay -
They flew hard in vain,
Thru snow and thru rain,
But Arnie was King come payday!
Some went to work for CP,
To get out of the Land of the Cree -
Others stayed and were bitter,
Still others got jobs with Carl Ritter,
Nordair, Pee Dub and AC.
So Arnie, please try to remember,
That by this time next September -
You might have to fire,
You might have to hire,
But, I want a raise by December!
