June is round the corner
A busy time of year
With little chance of frost at night
And many sheep to shear
Looking for machine oil
To keep shear blades dandy
In the junkyard of the byre
For things that come in handy
.
The dagging shears with rusty blades
Electric clippers stuck
A few choice words of wisdom
Will start them with some luck
The sheep line up in terror
As enthusiasm fades
All except the first two
Will need iodine first aid
.
The shear line becomes blurred
The back begins to ache
Not employing shearers
Has been a big mistake
A hot bath awaits you
To ease labours of the croft
Lanolin smell pervades the house
The day your hands are soft
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