I guess if you happen to be a butcher,
You must be happy with the work you do.
A happy butcher would be a pleasant person.
No one wants to meet an unhappy butcher.
A fresh slice from here and one from there,
Makes the person a happy butcher.
A piece of steak and yet another slice,
As the other chunks stay on the ice.
Sausages of all types are prepared,
Pieces of meat are everywhere.
Loin cuts, brisket, sirloin and rib-eye,
Looks good in the cabinet with a thigh.
John was the best butcher on that street.
Everyone came to him for their Barbecue meat.
His shop was clean, fresh and he was happy.
His shop ranked at the market with a gold three.
There is always a reason that people,
Do the work that they do in this life.
It could be a calling or a family profession.
It fills them with happiness from deep within.