The station attendant stands tall and proud With a uniform crisp and a cap cocked loud He works with the ramp lead and a crew of two To ensure that the planes are seen through and through
Though often overlooked by the public eye This hardworking man takes no time to sigh He knows the weight of each and every bag And ensures their loading with precision, never to drag
For even the slightest weight discrepancy Can cause issues, a fact that’s plain to see But he takes pride in his work, and does it with care For the safety of all, is his ultimate ware
People don’t realize the work that is put in The care and attention, that’s always been To load the planes precisely, and ensure safe travels This is the why, and the what, of our ravels
So here’s to the station attendant, we raise our glass For the hard work and dedication that does surpass The daily grind, and the stress and the strain He’s an unsung hero, part of the aviation chain
Though often not thanked, and often unseen His work is vital, and his pride is keen So let us recognize, and give a cheer For the station attendant, who holds us dear.
