Titanic Traveler
Titanic Traveler
I’ve a job on the mighty Titanic
Rearranging the deck chairs each day
If I put them where rich people want them
I understand, they’ll gladly pay
And then I met John Jacob Astor
As he was descending the stairs
He asked me what I did on the Titanic
I said rearranging the chairs
He said I should have more ambition
A salesman, designer, mechanic
He said my job won’t get me no where
Rearranging chairs on the Titanic
But I had the last laugh, not Astor
My job is now known world wide
For I was the first one to have it
Worthless? No – I say with pride
Make fun of my job if you want to
No job, if done right, is a waste
When the lifeboats were full, even those with some pull
Didn’t find themselves better well placed
It mattered not where e’re I put them
No chairs from the boat have been found
Except for those I tied together
And floated on as it went down
Mdailey 3/31/12
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