C.C.Uh-Oh
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The Serbs were marching quietly, with
their rent-a-crowd,
Shania Twain rehearsing, her music not
too loud.
Just finished up with roll call, Crowd
Control all set to go,
In case they should be needed, somewhere
to save the show.
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Several, extra-large policemen, in all
their gear were clad,
Jumped aboard the elevator, to deal with
crowds gone bad.
Jammed inside that little room, crammed
in like sardines,
We all know our elevators, are the best,
well tuned machines.
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When suddenly it happened, it hesitates,
then stops,
Between two floors, they now were stuck,
all those C.C. Cops.
Jammed in so tight, they could not turn,
or even move around,
Hoping it would not be long, before they
got to ground.
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The minutes ticked so slowly by, the heat
was building fast,
Sweating in that heavy gear, how much
longer could they last.
Some calls were made to radio, could someone
set them free,
But keep it secret, would you please,
nobody needs to see.
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On the grapevine, just like lightning,
the word was quickly spread,
The plight now facing C.C.U., and their
rescue now ahead.
News media were gathered, the lobby soon
was packed,
To see the rescue method, and get those
boys untracked.
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Finally, they were released, sweat soaking
through their gear,
Now they had to face up to, a policemans
greatest fear.
The ultimate indignity, we have faced
since way back when,
For C.C.U. were rescued by, The Vancouver
Firemen.
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P.C. 664 T.J. Gowdyk 99-04-03 (178)
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