Sing the following to the tune of row row row yer boat:

Mow mow the grass

Make sure the lines are straight

Walk back and forth and sweat so much

Until yer ass is chafed

Trim trim the trees

Chainsaw them to death

Cut the branches buzz the twigs

Until yer outa breath

Shave shave the bushes

Into little tiny shapes

Make sure it's nothing too obscene

Or federal judges names

Bag bag up the trash

The thorny little scraps

Stick the skin until you bleed

Lips are getting chapped

92 or 93 humidity degree

Man I'm sweating bullets here

And I really gotta pee

On and on no break in site

When will this ever end

Why did I volunteer to work

With the damn lawn crew again?

For my boys on the lawn crew with whom I worked with last summer, and still pick up a Saturday or two when they need me. Hard hot work for certain, but my guys made it fun. I gotta get up 6am tomorrow for a full day of landscaping at the FedBldg where I usually work inside in the air conditioning.

Maybe I'll actually get a bit of a tan.