In Toronto, at the airport, there was a man, A baggage handler known to all as Chicken Hawk, he ran, He was the class clown, always making folks laugh, A good sport and a friend, he was the best of the staff.
He worked for AC, with pride and with glee, He was a master at handling luggage, you see, He’d load and unload planes with speed and with grace, His jokes and antics put a smile on every face.
But Chicken Hawk was more than just a jester, He was a hard worker and a team player, He’d always lend a hand and pitch in, No task was too great, no challenge too thin.
So here’s to Chicken Hawk, the baggage handler clown, A man who brought joy to all those around, He was the shining star of the Toronto airport scene, Bringing laughter and cheer to all that he’d glean.
