He’d like to be a crane driver

                  but finds he cannot whistle

He puckers up and blows like mad

                  and sprays his mates with spittle.

 

He’s got to give directions

                  when high up on the crane

It’s not the easiest of jobs

                  like driving Truck or Train.

 

There’s a certain kind of whistle

                  say’s he’s turning left or right

There’s one that’s even shriller

                  (means his underwear’s too tight)

 

He swings around steel girders

                  or wood trusses by the bunch-

Then hauls up his cheese sandwiches

                  and thermos for his lunch.

By She