Ann: Quarterly Activities/Appendix 5B Cash Flow Reports, page-38

ChatGPT spun up an anthem for us:

In the realm of enterprise, mid the surge of trade,
Creep the Bully Boys, a shade in our brigade.
With smirks adorned and pockets deep,
They seek to buy our dreams too cheap.

They march with numbers, figures cold,
Their hearts untouched by the stories we hold.
But our fortress is not for the insincere,
Who value gold over a pioneer's tear.

Our company, our labor's song,
To us, its melody does belong.
An anthem built from sleepless nights,
Not an asset for unjust fights.

The Bully Boys, they prowl and pry,
But we stand firm under the open sky.
Our worth, in courage and in grit,
Not a price the craven would admit.

They mistake our silence for a sign of defeat,
Unaware, our resolve does quietly repeat.
For we won't barter our dreams and sweat,
In the market of regret and debt.

Their shallow bids fall on deaf ears,
Our strength, a testament to years.
They can't possess what they can't comprehend,
Our journey's value, we'll not let them amend.

So let them rally with their hollow cries,
Their lowly bids and deceitful ties.
For we're more than figures on a chart,
We're the heart's work, the craftsman's art.

The Bully Boys may try and try,
But we hold firm, our heads held high.
Our company, it is not for sale,
Against their storm, we shall prevail.