Mr Keen and His Noisy Machines


Mr Keen moved from the burbs, to start a new life
Packing the wagon with his dutiful wife
Off to the country, down by the bay
A machine for each chore he must do every day

You see Mister Keen, loves his machines
He loves to be one of the boys
Mowing the grass 4 times a week
Can’t wait to use all of his toys

The edger, the mulcher, the digger, the blower
Oh, such a wonderful noise
The billiard green lawn, mowed to the bone
The edge trimmer forever is poised

Cut it and trim it and blow any loose leaves
Off the road and back on the grass
Then get out the mower and do it again
How he loves the feeling to last

Hear all the motors, loud as can be
Bless 2 stroke they are loud and they smoke
Doing the chores that a man has to do
Must be done loud, to be one of the blokes

Don’t dig that hole, with an old fashioned spade
Don’t gather the leaves with a rake
Get a machine to dig that hole clean
Blow the leaves with all the noise you can make

Mr Keen moved from the burbs, to start a new life
Packing the wagon with his dutiful wife
“Ah, the quiet life” he promised “when we live by the bay”
Except for the noise, he must make every day

 Ned Hoskin

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