Two screws in a week have turned loose. Upholstery? It's needin' a boost. So off to the carpenter's place, A quick calming break from the rat-race.
The best looking go daily, you know. Always ready for their final show Though weekly's required to keep ruddy and clear, Pity those going but twice a year.
Seems like he can fix in a jiff A heart that has hardened too stiff; And when soul's window pane Has grown cloudy again, He'll wash it and call it a gift!
Whose the Carpenter in your life? Where is his place?