The theodolite measures, the satellites confirm, The calculations are consistent, the coordinates align. But nothing is precise enough for our opponent, Who always finds a flaw, even in happiness. So we document every point, every landmark, We separate opinions from clear evidence. Because a property boundary doesn't obey decibels, It follows data, experts, and official rules. That's the complainer, the complainer, He will probably never disappear from our work, But he teaches us patience, control, and rigor, And sometimes even a little humor in the face of the complainer! That's the complainer, the complainer, When everyone gets heated, we keep our victorious composure, Because the boundary is measured by knowledge, not by clamor, That's the strength of the land surveyor! “We can determine survey points to the millimeter… Unfortunately, human relationships cannot. That is why, besides instruments, a surveyor’s most valuable tool remains his composure.”