I’d like to be a barber, and learn to shave and clip,
Calling out, “Next please!” and pocketing my tip.
All day I’d hear my scissors going, “Snip, Snip, Snip”;
I’d lather people’s faces, and their noses I would grip
While I shaved most carefully along the upper lip.
But I wouldn’t be a barber if . . . .
The razor was to slip.
C. J. Dennis. A Book for Kids, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, , page 105