Classification Blues AI Song

[Verse] In a big telecom tower, where the papers pile high, Finance says, "Some subs, we’ll let slip by.", HR chimes in, "No, we must use them all, Count every task, no matter how small." [Verse] The boardroom is buzzing, voices collide, One side says, "Cut costs!", the other takes pride, In counting each contract and every small file, Decisions in balance as they argue awhile. [Chorus] Oh, the classification blues, got us in a bind, Finance and HR trying to find, A way to agree, to draw the line, On what's included and what's out of mind. [Verse] John from Finance, with his ledger in hand, Sees the bottom line and tries to take a stand, But Mary from HR, with her heart and her chart, Says, "Every worker’s work is a vital part." [Verse] Numbers on spreadsheets, hearts on the sleeve, Every little clause, makes decisions grieve, Negotiations echo down the office hall, As the balance sheet and the payroll brawl. [Chorus] Oh, the classification blues, got us in a bind, Finance and HR trying to find, A way to agree, to draw the line, On what's included and what's out of mind.