Snippy The Weed tickler

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!