The Last Drop
At a dock side pub down on the wharf
A massive bearded giant stands,
The muscles on his tattooed arms
Stand out like iron bands.
For years now hed made a boast
That up to date no one could beat,
Hed take a juicy lemon in his hand
And squeeze out the last drop of juice complete.
One hundred dollars to anyone
If they could squeeze out one more drop,
Many a strong man joined in the fun
But all their efforts were a flop.
And then one day into the bar
Came this little wizened scruffy bloke,
And when the giant said, try your luck,
He really meant it as a joke.
The little man took up the dare
And said, Ill take that hundred dollar fee,
And then with untold hidden strength
He squeezed, not one drop, not two, but three.
The bar crowd gave a mighty cheer,
The giant said, I thought you were a novice,
What do you do in your line of work?
He said, I work for the taxation office..