Oh Scottish Wee Man, with twinkling eyes, A ramp agent, with a heart full of surprise, With a kilt and a smile, he’s a sight to see, As he guides planes in and out, with such glee.
He’s small in stature, but big in might, With a strength that belies, his wee height, He moves with ease, with a bounce in his step, Lifting baggage, with a smile on his rep.
The planes all listen, as he gives his command, With a voice as strong, as the land, And the passengers smile, as they come and go, For they know they’re in good hands, with the Scottish Wee Man, they know.
And though the winds may howl, and the rain may pour, He’ll be there on the ramp, with a smile and more, For he loves his job, and he takes pride in it, And all who know him, are grateful for it.
So here’s a toast, to the Scottish Wee Man, A ramp agent, with a heart of gold, he is grand, May he guide planes, for many years to come, And bring joy to all, wherever he’s from!
