There is a machine in the press shop,

Nicknamed K4,

It has a mind and personality,

All of its own,

It likes being caressed with allen keys and spanners,

But don't ever use a hammer on it,

It dos'nt like it and you may make it angry,

You would'nt like it when its angry,

It has a force of an angel a thousand ton,

It forms and stamps with a thunderous din,

So don't forget to put your earplugs in,

When the flywheel and clutch engage,

Giving their power over to the ram