Classic Poem

Whoever said a good man was hard to find,
Positively, absolutely, sure was blind.
I've found the best that ever was,
Here's just some of the things he does:
He shakes my ashes,
Greases my griddle,
Churns my butter,
Strokes my fiddle;
My man is such a handy man.
He threads my needle,
Creams my wheat,
Heats my heater,
Chops my meat;
My man is such a handy man.
Don't care if you believe or not,
He sure is good to have around,
Why, when my burners get too hot,
He's there to turn my damper down.
For everything he's got a scheme,
You oughta see the sodder he uses on my machine;
My man is such a handy man.
He flaps my flapjacks,
Cleans off the table,
Feeds the horses in my stable;
My man is such a handy man.
Sometimes he's up long before dawn,
Trimming the rough edges off my lawn,
My man is such a handy man.
Never has a single thing to say
While he's working hard,
I wish that you could see the way
He handles my front yard.
My ice don't get a chance to melt away,
He sees that I get a nice, fresh piece every day.
My man is such a handy man.