Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
It was just a tiny factory.
Few items were displayed.
The owner was extremely proud
Of everything he made.
The orders were all custom-made
And tender, loving care
Was used in the production of
Each thing created there.
But then, somehow, the word got out
Though he didn't understand
The orders came in more and more
And things got out of hand.
The factory worked around the clock,
There were no idle hands.
Both day and night, the fires burned bright
Fulfilling all demands.
But then, one day, the owner saw
Quite visibly distressed,
That, though production was way up
The quality was less.
He'd sacrificed the workmanship;
No quality control.
Pure quantitiy became his aim.
He'd lost sight of his goal.
And so he finally slowed it down
To where it was before
So he could feel much prouder of
What passed beyond his door.
So, if you're asking, "Where's the 'deer?"
You people that I love.
He's working on your products that
He hopes he's worthy of.