I’m a plumberjack and I’m okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day.
I go to work in the pipeline park,
Cut the pipes down and have a good lark,
PVC or pipes of steel,
Won’t give your water the softest feel.
The trees I fell will caress your agua,
Like the finest, softest, Persian rug-wa.
A normal pipe birch for the sink in the loo,
A redwood tube, a cow fits through
(Those big ones are for schools and plants,
To wash down stuff quite bigger than ants).
Willow-made hoses for your garden,
They will bend, not break or harden.
With my axe I chop them down,
Don’t yell “Timber!” with a flash of brown,
“Plumber!” is how I let you know,
Should you run or walk, to or fro.