Work Song For Hard Labor

For every hard labor A dish of such flavor As one does savor And would keenly devour As nutritive favor. Next, you face the rigor Requiring one’s vigor, All along shorn of humor For the sure strains and tremor. So, no skipping of work song Or the tasks shall last long And you’d seem The Weakly Strong, Eyeing more hands of a throng; Even in heaven, quite wrong! Then, for every hard labor Even at a ship’s harbor Work songs of the sonorous… Need I list The Numerous?