I've never been much good with my hands
Which makes me wonder why by my side they linger
The only purpose I see they serve
Is holding onto all of my fingers

And the first one holding on seems to delight
In the pointing out of others wrongs that it finds
While the one playing dumb we call the thumb
Hangs around for the hitching of rides

I never use the middle one
Trying to do my best in love
And there's no use in raising the bar of anger
By flipping somebody off with the *******

Then there's the one that holds the ring
That brings on the smiles of remembering
How very blessed a man I am
To have married such a beautiful queen

And last but not least need I even mention
Not one to miss a meeting
Is the little pinky raising the bar
When afternoon tea I am drinking

Like I said
I've never been much good with my hands
Except to hold onto my fingers
Well, you know the rest...