Mathilda the Builder

Mathilda the Builder was never one for rules
Those that thought otherwise, she would call fools

Mathilda the Builder threw safety out the door
Helmets and harnesses she thought were a bore

Mathilda the Builder dodged the inspectors
Pretended she always wore her protectors

Mathilda the Builder bragged of her apathy
She really took pride! Please do not laugh at me

Mathilda the Builder did a jig on a roof
Til she tripped on a truss, and fell with an 'oof''

Mathilda the Builder rolled to the ledge
Covered in nails, and fell of the edge

Mathilda the Builder hit a plank on the way down
And glared at the quickly approaching ground

Mathilda the Builder's head landed on the floor
And Mathilda the Builder then was no more

So the moral is this, rules are rules
They're around for a reason, not just for fools

And if upon hearing this, you're tempted to scoff
Beware of the roof, 'cause you might just fall off.

The End

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