We gather round the table, old comrades from the ramp, our tales of bags and cargo, we share with a hearty stamp.
We remember days of rain, and nights of icy gales, our laughter echoes in the halls, of memories that never fail.
We speak of planes we’ve loaded, and flights we’ve seen depart, our bond of ground and skies, forever in our heart.
We’ve landed on the runway, of our retirement years, but our love for the airport, endures through laughter and tears.
We’ll raise a glass to absent friends, and tales of flights untold, for in each other’s company, our memories unfold.
We’ll share a final story, of gates and planes and friends, and when our journey’s over, our love for the airport never ends.
