The new structures a theory
We think we can see
At least it has managers
To blame Joe and me

You may even appoint
More managers to posts
To have plenty more visions
And take-over toasts

But on the Frontline
About that we don't care
No, its total bullshit
We're up in the air

A month to go
Where will we work?
An office building
Would be a perk

You're closing the offices
For better or worse
Out with the old company
In the back of the hearse

Where will we work
We haven't a clue
You've signed no leases
Do we need to remind you?

New teams, they'll be many
We've heard nothing official
But you break up our teams
With every epistle

Our part of the structure
With a leader for each
It'll give better support
Is what you do preach

If it's the case
That you run it well
You may well be right
That would be swell

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But do you understand
Enough true reality
To stop it becoming
An Utter Calamity

This we all doubt
As you don't deliver
We feel we'll go up
That polluted old river

Our current job roles
You don't understand
What we covers humungous
We're so undermanned

You don't even ask
What you may need to know
About frontline reality
The real blow by blow

We see past strengths
Being thrown to the wind
As links to the past
Are arbitrarily binned

We see it not working
We see a mass panic
A time when work is
Even more manic

We want it to work
Please don't misunderstand
We're all professionals
Not some criminal band

Please listen to us
We'll work well with you
As the futures for building
Not flushing down loo

Will you listen to this
Don't make us laugh
It's much more likely
That we're a Giraffe