Beautiful Chaos at Elanco

It's beginning to look a lot like Elanco, everywhere you go. But they're stacked

up in a holding line, a route redrawn, a tangled vine, and the copier

just whispers. No! Teach a straight and knowing glance at the plan

pulled from a second chance. Oh-oh-oh. The bells are ringing for a

brand new rule. It's the beautiful chaos here at school with paperwork piled

up so very high, beneath the flickering fluorescent sky. Welcome to Elanco,

please don't cry. There's a memo about a memo about the plan from yesterday,

and someone swears they heard a different way. But we smile and we nod