Hang on, I can hear something....
I know what it is... it is the beautifull sound of a harp...
Ah I can see it now, it's an orange harp.. and there's a dutch bloke playing it..
But hang on, it's not strings he's using, he's playing stretched pilots...
He's got a big smile on his face and he's thinking:
Damn did I make a good entrance into this company! Record profits and those silly pilots settle for a 20 quid a month effective payrise for F/O's and 40 quid a month for Captains. And they didn't even vote against it, because I bullied the CC into recommending it
His smile gets even bigger and then he starts to sing:
This big fat bonus I'll get will make me a retirement fund, while those annoying pilots will work for Mcdonalds if they ever make it to retirement age...
(I know it doesn't rime but poetry is not generally the first thing people mention when they think of Holland
)
The sad vision is fading as his stretched strings brake and he throws away his harp to find another instrument to play for his own good...