Trap Collection - Poets Trek
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:53 am
The Trap Collector
When you’ve got a pest that you need to arrest
And behave like a castle defender
Or if you’re contemplating eradicating
You first have to trap the offender
It’s true that I’ve tried and it can’t be denied
That my skills as a trapper a few
So for that special knowledge, you don’t go to college,
Go see Sharpey, out at Comeroo
Because it appears they’ve been trapping for years
And inventing more new and complete ones
And when each new design is thought to be fine
They throw out the old obsolete ones
Where do they go? The old traps they throw
Do they just fade away in the weather?
No, you can still see em, they’re in a museum
They’ve all been gathered together
Sharpey, he prizes those traps of all sizes
Others might call him a hoarder
But he treasures them all, spic & span on the wall
Hung in alphabetical order
There’s traps for all creatures with curious features
And methods of operation
With locks and jaws, blocks and claws
From every conceivable nation
Sharp edges and springs and odd looking things
He displays on the walls and the shelves
And my advice to you chaps, when surrounded by traps
Is, best keep your hands to yourselves
The temptations too much, you just want to touch
You reach out a finger perhaps
It’s usually a fact that it comes back intact
Though there are some red stains on those traps
Some men search for gold, and treasures untold
There’s many an Opal prospector
And then there’s a few who just love what they do
Like Sharpey, the old trap collector.
When you’ve got a pest that you need to arrest
And behave like a castle defender
Or if you’re contemplating eradicating
You first have to trap the offender
It’s true that I’ve tried and it can’t be denied
That my skills as a trapper a few
So for that special knowledge, you don’t go to college,
Go see Sharpey, out at Comeroo
Because it appears they’ve been trapping for years
And inventing more new and complete ones
And when each new design is thought to be fine
They throw out the old obsolete ones
Where do they go? The old traps they throw
Do they just fade away in the weather?
No, you can still see em, they’re in a museum
They’ve all been gathered together
Sharpey, he prizes those traps of all sizes
Others might call him a hoarder
But he treasures them all, spic & span on the wall
Hung in alphabetical order
There’s traps for all creatures with curious features
And methods of operation
With locks and jaws, blocks and claws
From every conceivable nation
Sharp edges and springs and odd looking things
He displays on the walls and the shelves
And my advice to you chaps, when surrounded by traps
Is, best keep your hands to yourselves
The temptations too much, you just want to touch
You reach out a finger perhaps
It’s usually a fact that it comes back intact
Though there are some red stains on those traps
Some men search for gold, and treasures untold
There’s many an Opal prospector
And then there’s a few who just love what they do
Like Sharpey, the old trap collector.