Ode to the New Guy

Blue stamp, Blue Stamp,
You're not green.
Your color is like
The ocean serene.

Or a Deep Blue Something
That has Breakfast at. . .places,
Your different hue
Brings a smile to our faces.

For we do Circ's job
Much to our disdain,
But when we call them for carts
They whine and complain.

Green Stamp, Green Stamp
You are now blue.
And we all bid you, O green ink,
A heart-felt "Adieu."