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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Axeman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,<br>There lives an axeman that 1 know.<br>From his little hut by a ferny creek,<br>Day after day, week after week,<br>He goes each morn with his shining axe,<br>Trudging along by the forest tracks;<br>And he chops and he chops till the daylight goes<br>High on the hills, where the blue-gum grows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)<br>There's a log to move and a branch to lop.<br>Now to the felling! His sharp axe bites<br>Into a tree on the forest heights,<br>And scarce for a breath does the axeman stop-<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)<br>Bell-birds watch him; and in the fern<br>Wallabies listen awhile, and turn<br>Back through the bracken, and off they hop.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . -. Chop!)<br>Patient and tireless, blow on blow<br>The axeman swings as the minutes go;<br>While the echoes ring from the mountain-top.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round about him the. rabbits play,<br>Skipping and scampering all the day,<br>And the sweet young grass by the logs they crop.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crimson parrots above him climb,<br>The Axeman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chattering, chattering all the time,<br>As down from the branches the twigs they drop.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! Chop!)<br>Steadily, surely, on he goes,<br>Shaking the tree with his mighty blows:<br>There's never a pause and there's never a stop.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out from the bush beyond is heard<br>The swaggering song of the butcher-bird<br>Seeking a joint for his butcher's shop.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)<br>Deeper and deeper the cut creeps in,<br>While the parrots shriek with a deafening din,<br>And the chips fly out with a flip and a flop.<br>(Chip! Chop! Chip! Chop!)<br>Yellow robins come flocking round,<br>Watching the chips as they fall to ground,<br>Darting to catch the g ubs that drop.<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blows come quicker. The axe~biade hums,<br>Stand well back, there, before she comes!<br>Hark! How the splinters crack and pop-<br>(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)<br>Listen! Listen! She's creaking now!<br>Look, high up, at that trembling bough!<br>Another second, and down she'll smash,<br>Shaking the earth with a mighty crash;<br>Look at her! Look at her! (Chip! Chop!<br>Chip! . . . . . . . .Chip!)<br> Wee - E - E - E - E - E --<br>   FLOP!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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There lives an axeman that 1 know.
From his little hut by a ferny creek,
Day after day, week after week,
He goes each morn with his shining axe,
Trudging along by the forest tracks;
And he chops and he..."></div>
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