To Be A Chimney Sweep
To be a chimney sweep we know,
Some training one should undergo,
'Cause being smart and being nice,
Aren't qualities that will suffice.
Top hat and tail coat wont do much,
To teach a sweep what's safe and such,
Although the public sure admire,
A sweep that's dressed in such attire.
So sweeps who hanker after knowledge,
That isn't taught in school or college,
Attend State meetings and conventions,
At least the ones with true intentions.
Assuming that some training's done,
A lot of it that's not much fun,
The sweep now needs to advertise,
So customers will realize,
They have a Pro who's very keen,
To sweep their venting system clean.
Of course the sweep will need a truck,
To get around and spread his luck,
Some fancy logo with his name,
And business cards to spread his fame.
He'll need some brushes, rods and tools,
His "two eleven" book of rules,
A ladder, may be two or more,
But very very seldom four.
Now once he's set and doing well,
And all the locals think he's swell,
It's possible he'll lose it all,
In one short moment with a fall.
That is the aspect for the sweep,
That can cause loss of precious sleep,
And so the sweep will need to be,
Thinking of safety constantly.
He has to climb some lofty heights,
From which he'll see some distant sights,
He'll have to scale some scary slopes,
And then come down, safely one hopes.
And what about the ash and dust,
The creosote, and sometimes rust,
The sweep must face this constant dirt,
That clings to more than just his shirt.
Assuming that he's still alive,
Attains the age of sixty five,
May I suggest, or may I mention,
The sweep will need his own saved pension.
So if you think your sweep is nice,
But charges much too high a price,
Try doing it yourself one day,
How much would YOU demand for pay ?