The Plumber By Maurice Fairfield

Behold the plumber where he stands His wrenches gleaming in his hands His jaw is square, his eye is keen His belly flat his body lean. No common man, his hire comes high His hourly rate is in the sky Way up there with his private jet Rich and overpaid and yet .. Without him all would come to naught And civilisation crumble The job that he and others do Should make us all feel humble For drains do more than doctors can To help prolong the life of man. From sunny California To the rocky shores of Maine You'll see the plumber toiling In burning sun or pouring rain. And if your bathrooms's flooded Or the crap won't go away Or if your heating lets you down On a bitter winter day. Or if your pipes are frozen An things are looking tough That's when you need a plumber Who really knows his stuff. So treat your plumber with respect And pay him what he's due And now and then invite him round To share a beer or two. Take good care of your plumber And he'll take care of you.

Copyright ©2004  Maurice Fairfield

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