Frosty the Surveyor, was a crusty sunburned soul,
With a brass plumb bob and a gammon reel, and a beat up prism pole.
Frosty the Surveyor, is a party chief, they say.
He was made of dirt, but the crew knows he drinks whiskey every day.
There must have been some magic in that old plumb bob they found,
For when they placed it in his hand, he began to dig around!
Oh, Frosty, the Surveyor, was alive as he could be;
and the crew says he could calc and stake,
even find a witness tree.
Frosty the Surveyor, knew the wind was fast that day,
so he said, "Let's run this traverse and close this loop now, before I blow away."
Down to the construction site, with a shovel in his hand,
Pacing here and there, all around the subdivision,
sayin', "Turn here if you can."
He led them down the rights-of-way, directly to the POB;
and only paused a moment, when the shiny aluminum he could see.
Tappity tap, tap, tappity tap, tap,
Look at Frosty plot
Tappity tap, tap, tappity tap, tap,
Over every graded lot.
Frosty the Surveyor, was a crusty sunburned soul,
With a brass plumb bob and a gammon reel, and a beat up prism pole.
Frosty, the Surveyor, had to hurry to the bar.
But he flipped them off, sayin', "Don't you whine, I'll be back the next calm day!"
Not sure where I found this; probably copied from a surveyors forum...
Twas the day of the survey, as we got to the site
The neighbors all argued, getting ready to fight
The transit was plumbed, dead center on nail
The neighbors still fighting, soon they??d need bail
Pin finder was singing, a sound we desire
Dig a hole with the shovel, just an old piece of wire
The rodman fills hole, as I go search on
Pin finder not singing, this corner is gone
I cross the meadow, toward corner two
Pin finder starts singing, its sound ringing true
This must be a pin, that sound is so great
Get rodman's attention, he starts to berate
Now here! Now There! Where'd you want me to go
He dashes away madly, gives the shovel a throw
Where next will you send me? His feet are still dragging
GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE, BRING ME SOME FLAGGING
As I watch the men argue, my rodman looks lost
I realize I should have doubled the cost
He finally comes to me, with flagging in tow
??Where??s the shovel?? I ask, He shrugs, ??I don??t know?
He digs with his fingers, the prize soon is found
Not one, not two, but three pins in the ground!
I look at all three, set hundredths from each
Their caps all touching, what a day at the beach
Search the third corner, keeping rodman in sight
Neighbors still fighting, as to which one is right
Only one at this corner, real easy to find
It's lying by fence post, I??m losing my mind!
I hope corner four, with luck will be there
Neighbors turn blue, as they continue to swear
Pin finder starts singing, it??s a beautiful sound
Where??s rodman gone now, nowhere to be found
I dig and I poke, with nail from my pocket
Stress growing unbound, eyes popping from socket
I glance up to see, rodman quenching his thirst
As he drinks I yell, ??Here, lets find this pin First!?
He puts the jug down, wanders my way
Find corner in place, might be a good day!
He walks up to me, face with grimace and smirk
I ask ??Where??s your rod now??, he turns with a jerk
I walk to the transit, can see all from here
Neighbors still fighting, but I??m in the clear
Water jug calls me, thirsty as can be
Tilt it up to the sky, not a drop left for me!
To corner the fourth, rodman makes his way
I sight on the prism, then yell, ??Okay!?
He walks to the post, leans rod on its side
I shoot post turn center, we??re catching our stride!
He gets to the corner, where pins number three
??hold on now? he yells, then darts off to pee
I wait with patience, so thirsty and dry
Sun on my head, I??m starting to fry
We shoot them all in, pin cushioned so tight
I inverse to see, which one is right
Pore over the plats, calc'late what??s missing
Rodman in bushes, and again he??s p**sing!
I yell for the rodman, corners ready to set
He walks back to me, pouring with sweat
I rub my brow, only salt left to wipe
Quit sweating last hour, I??m losing my sight!
Send rebar and hammer, to mark corner one
Dehydrated and woozy, soon we??ll be done
Set one, then three, then there??s only one more!
Have to set mine, where pin cushioned before!
With last corner set, just four hundredths from three
Put tansit in pack, neighbors walking toward me
So that??s where it goes, both neighbors surmise
That??s what we thought, why??d we hire you two guys
We load up the truck, then we drove out of sight
HAPPY SURVEYS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
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I hope everyone has a great day; I know I will!
Dougie
I was Right!
Thank you @john-giles; I hope you are well
