He wakes up at dawn, boots on the floor
Flat cap turned down like the day before
Monster in hand, trimmer in tow
He's headin’ out where the tall weeds grow
Snippy the Weed Tickler, king of the green
He’s the slickest damn whipper you’ve ever seen
With a Ford key ring and a welder’s grace
He trims like a demon with a stone-cold face
Got Advanced Metal stitched on his chest
Hi-vis shirt, lookin' worksite fresh
He'll whack those weeds and sip his brew
And still clock off before the job is through
Snippy the Weed Tickler, terror of turf
Leaves a path so clean it’s almost church
With a sunburn grin and a smoker’s chuckle
He’s the larrikin hero with a steel-belted knuckle
Don’t mess with Snippy when he’s on the clock
He’ll trim your hedge, your pride, and your veggie plot
Got a drill on the side, and a hammer on back
He’s a one-man crew with a six-pack stack
Snippy the Weed Tickler, legend in steel
He’s the bloke with bite and a whip appeal
So raise your tinnies, and give a cheer—
For Snippy the Tickler, true pioneer!