construction programme

whose magic hands have lost their touch
such tales have not been heard under this sun
you've never had good reason to ask much

we've never let the change out of our clutch
nor will we till the carpenter is done
whose magic hands have lost their touch

what's built we're told is a large bunny-hutch
if we can coax the wild ones in the run
you've never had good reason to ask much

when we've gone out we've usually gone dutch
strained choice perhaps but he has little fun
whose magic hands have lost their touch

the proper form becomes a kind of crutch
although we've never come under the gun
you've never had good reason to ask much

so in the end we haven't tried as such
a blow from the last master would not stun
whose magic hands have lost their touch
you've never had good reason to ask much

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister