Think of all the cleaners as well
The fleet cleaners are doing a Stirling job,
Down in the Railway yards,
They're delving into nooks and crannies,
And generally working very hard.
They are cleaning every surface,
From the floors to the bulkhead,
The desks, buttons and controllers,
To make sure this virus is dead.
Putting themselves in danger but wearing PPE,
Heavy cleaning cabs and saloons of trains,
Unsung heroes who are never seen,
Your work will not be done in vain.
When we clap for all the Key workers,
Think of all the cleaners as well,
Because they support our colleagues,
Stopping us from contracting this living hell.
We may not say it every day,
But the cleaners deserve credit to,
So Thanks you for the hard work,
And everything you all do.
Written by David Boyce
15 April 2020
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