There’s a law or regulation
Near every U.S. dockyard station
That containers, stacked up to nine
On global ocean shipping lines,
May on the lots where man can see
Be only stacked up two or three.
For the sight of such a shipping tower
Causes residents to fret and glower.
But as containers come gliding in,
Those that are out, can’t get in,
And those that are in, can’t get out
Of dockyards or harbors. No turnabout.
Oh the increasing traffic jam,
Miles wide, you understand!
But at least we residents still have the might,
To keep containers out sight!