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(sung to the melody of “My Way” by Frank Sinatra)


And now, the end is near;
And so I face, my final Food Show
My Friend, I’ll say it clear,
Sold my last case, of which I’m certain

I lived, a Broker’s life,
I’ve traveled each and every highway;
No More, No More of this
I’M GOING FISHING

Power Points, I’ve done a few
But then again, too few to mention,
I did what I had to do
Presented them, without apprehension

I planned each vendor’s course
Each careful step along with KeHE
No More, No More of this
I’M GOING FISHING

Yes there were times, I said Oooh Son
When I bit off more than I should have done
But through it all, when there was doubt
I found a way to work it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
But, I’M GOING FISHING

I’ve loved, laughed and cried
I’ve had my share of Broker meetings
And now, as years subside
I find that they were all amusing

To think, I loved them all
And may I say, in a big way
Oh ya, it was for me, but
I’M GOING FISHING

For what is a Broker, what has he got,
If not his lines, then he has not
To say the things, he truly feels
To the buyer’s face – you know how I feel
The record shows, I took some blows
So, I’M GOING FISHING YES……………I’M GOING FISHING

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