Every time I read this old poem, I can hear the voices of the cockies*
dispensing the wisdom of the land.

Cheers,
Philip

I love that Philip.  It is reminiscent of Burns.  It also reminds me of the
old New England verse, "The Ciders Gett'in Low"...any of the Yankee
brethren know it?

On topic, verse written on trades are common enough.  In the Ozark region
where men hacked ties for a living the verse is "Tie Hacking is Tiresome"

CH