Hello my name is Phil Bluetelle--that's blue for my blue collar.    I work all day and slave away to earn my daily dollar.    I know some day I'm going to cash in all the paychecks I have earned    and take off on my motorbike never to return.    And once I had a ranger girl, but yesterday I split with her.    So now I pass the endless hours reading scary literature.    If you need facts regarding redwood, I'm the ranger who'll inform.   I look so handsome in my boots and green and khaki uniform.    Punch in, punch out: Working hard, I ain't never gonna stop.    Punch in, punch out: Someday I'm gonna snap, crackle, pop!    He kicked the ground, he always frowned, you'd never see him grinning.    He spent his time a-skinning squirrels and drawing naked women.    I often heard--you hear him cry--Phil saying, "Woe is me."   He got so bored he soon resorted to surreal poetry.    Then one night he went rabid eating muffins from Costco.    He went butt-wild and killed a child with a state-issued crossbow.    The stress of working for the man was just too much for Phil.    He ran off in the forest and our gherkins turned to dill