Ode to the Fleet Mechanic
Fix the lights, change the oil,
The car won’t start, must be the coil.
The brakes are bad, a tire is flat,
Lift the hood, the fluid splat.
Its hard work to figure out
The reason why the fluid spouts
With grease on hands and long night shifts
This staff will find the engine rifts
But soon they will dispel all fear
And say the words we want to hear:
“I had a hunch or just a notion
Of how to get this car in motion
So you can relax, stop being nervous
Your vehicle is back in service..”