In a world of dirt and stone so hard,
There lived a Digster, a true backyard bard.
With a heart of steel and a spirit bold,
The mightiest digger this world did hold.

His shovel was his trusty friend,
Together they'd dig, they'd mend and mend.
With muscles like mountains, hands like steel,
The Digster's prowess was truly surreal.

From dawn till dusk, he'd toil and sweat,
In the earth's embrace, there was no regret.
He'd dig deep holes and tunnels long,
With every strike, he'd prove he was strong.

The Digster's song, a rhythmic sound,
Echoed through the underground.
With every scoop, the earth would yield,
To his unwavering will and his strong shield.

He unearthed treasures buried deep,
In the secrets of the earth, he'd keep.
A miner of dreams, a guardian of lore,
The Digster's legend grew more and more.

He'd dig through troubles, through life's demands,
With calloused hands and weathered glands.
A symbol of resilience and might,
The Digster would dig through day and night.

So raise a toast to this mightiest one,
The Digster, when all is said and done.
In the world of diggers, he's the king,
His legacy will forever sing.

The mightiest Digster, a legend so grand,
With shovel in hand, he'll forever stand.
In the annals of history, his tale will reside,
A digger of dreams, with no place to hide.