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Jobs when I was a student
I once had a job on a farm
Driving tractors with aplomb
Cutting cabbages in the rain
Was a bit of a bane
But rural bliss had its charm
At Christmas I worked in the post
Christmas cards, there was a host
I was cold in the street
Especially my feet
But when I got back there was toast
My next job was to inspect trees
To identify which had a disease
We walked up and down
To see which had turned brown
They were all clear, we were pleased
Driving tractors with aplomb
Cutting cabbages in the rain
Was a bit of a bane
But rural bliss had its charm
At Christmas I worked in the post
Christmas cards, there was a host
I was cold in the street
Especially my feet
But when I got back there was toast
My next job was to inspect trees
To identify which had a disease
We walked up and down
To see which had turned brown
They were all clear, we were pleased
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