The blacksmith's hammer rings so clear,
Against the anvil hot,
Sparks fly like fireflies at night,
From the iron they wrought.
The horseshoe cooled in water bucket,
Hisses with each dip,
A blacksmith's trade passed down through years,
Is work that none can skip.
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