Plows and Drains: A Holiday Tribute

. Dashing through Newton in a pickup full of cones. Salt spreaders clanging,

while the radios all groan. Al forgot his coffee, Brie's stuck behind

a train. Isaac hit a pothole and blamed it on the rain.

Hey! Plows and drains, plows and drains, clearing all the way.

Oh, what fun it is to keep Colebrook Road okay. Hey!

Plows and drains, plows and drains, traffic lights that stay. From Clayton through

to Sullivan, up north to 88. Brody's sanding hillsides, Nicole's checking signs.

Terry's doing inventory and losing track of lines. Bob is counting overtime,