In an old timber town lived a man of renown; With a chainsaw he couldn’t be beat, And as quick as you’d say “What’s for dinner today?” Limbs would fall, cut precise and complete; And when challengers came, they departed in shame, With their heads hanging down in defeat. Charles Magee was his name, though because of his fame, He was known more as ‘Chainsaw Magee.’ But ‘Old-Timers’ deplored the way that he sawed With a motorised means to cut tree. So they worked up a plan, soon agreed to a man - It was cunning, as cruelty can be. They said “To be fair, as you’re high in the air, We can’t tell if you’re cutting correct, So climb out to the tip, don’t be giving us lip! - From out there your prowess we’ll detect; And be certain to smile as you’re cutting in style, For the newspapers, council elect.” And so came the day when the town in dismay Saw Magee of fast chainsaw fall flat, When out of pride he cut limb on inside, Fell to earth with a sickening splat! And now etched in tree, sage advice states for free: “When you’re out on a limb use a mat!” David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry.