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A hammer and nails, a tri-square and saw Some screws and a diagram laid on the floor With two long sides cut, I shall now cut each end And if the wood splits then it’s easy to mend My wife seems to think that I’m some kind of burk She said that the bedroom’s a strange place to work I said I have brains ’neath these grey thinning hairs For now when it’s done, it’s already upstairs Ever since we were united by cupid She’s always grinned, when I say I’m not stupid She glared at my tools and my timber and said... ‘You know when I asked you to go make the bed....’