Away
in a Warehouse
(to
the tune of Away in a Manger)
Away in a
warehouse
No time for a beer
There’s keying
and packing
And phones ringing clear
There’s books
by the boxful
There’s
pallets to go
There’s trucks
and there’s forklifts
All controlled by Jo
The shops they
are calling
We send what
we can
Of Fishes and
Baxter
And Cory and Dan
We love thee,
dear Whitcoulls
We love Paper
Plus
And the
Warehouse and Indies
Over you we do fuss
Come to us
bestsellers
We ask thee to
stay
On our lists
forever
Our bankers do pray
Bless all our
dear writers
Bring talents
to bear
So we can lead
Nielsen
From now to next year
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