Her name? We call her Bertha.
She’s a member of our crew.
She pulls her weight, and does her job,
Until the day is through.

She’s traveled with us across the land,
From the sea to shinning sea.
Always there to lend a hand,
That’s where our Bertha would be.

A couple of times she got very ill.
But the doc, he got her like new.
She has been with us over a decade.
And how that decade’s flew.

A quarter of a million miles,
We’ve logged by Bertha’s side.
To say she is a family member,
Feels our heart with pride.

She my not be a traditional member,
But she is a member all the same,
We do not call her that or it,
No! We call her by name.

Bertha is a classy girl,
With more power than a hurricane,
She’s a lady with her nice chrome trim,
Again, Bertha is her name.

More reliable than the day is long
More dependable than time,
She is a Ford F-250 Diesel,
And the finest one you’ll find.