Yardwork is a terrible fiend
One that makes me coarse and mean
A small look at a shovel or rake
Makes my back immediately ache
I do not complain much at all
But anyone would be appalled
At the loud whinin' and fussin'
And trippin, 'and gruntin', and cussin'
That this little girl can pout
When Yardwork is out and about
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