Pascal Leroux, from Montreal’s town, Had a thick accent, easy to pick out. Worked for Canadian Airlines with pride, But when it folded, he was forced to hide.
Sent to Toronto, now at Air Canada’s door, Pascal, the ramp lead hand, worked even more. His hard work paid off, as he could now travel, Lavish trips to Asia, he’d unravel.
King of Asia, they called him with glee, Vacationing in Philippians, Vietnam, and Thailand you’ll see. Women catered to him, sitting by the pool, Living the good life, feeling oh so cool.
With his feet up, getting the full treatment with care, Pascal Leroux, lived life without a care. A hard worker, with a lavish heart, He’ll forever be known, as the King of Asia, a true work of art.
