I sighed aloud and shook my head -
"His wise advice - that prudent rhyme
That stuck with me for all of time."

I still recall across the years
His thoughtful words inside my ears:
"You do your job, and big or small -
You do it right, or not at all."

My dearest smiled and said: "It's true -
My grandpa used to say it too.
A worker thrives - a shirker falls."
I said: "Whatever. Cup my balls. "

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