Twas the night before Christmas,
And all thru Howes house
Not even a sound
More Lost money just blowing around
Come Paterson, come Vollands
Come Armand, come all
Howes will say your the ones
That really dropped the ball
As we all predicted
The Gulf Coast is toast
Not much left on the ground
Just enough for a we---e roast
What’s left not so much
Or so I am told
They want to split the company
Or maybe even fold
What it will take, To turn this around
Howes doesn’t know, he ran it into the ground.
Just like the ink company
In good ole Mizzou
When it was all said and done
It went down the sh----r too
You may not know
The story I have told,
Without the heavy hitters of the past
There would be no Newpark
And Damn sure, no Mason Road