Dad was tickled when I went Once and whispered in his ear That I wouldn't spend a cent Buyin' him a gift this year. I would build a fine surprise All myself, and @3'conomise.@1 So I went and bought a saw— Not a toy, but good and strong,— And a hammer with a claw For the nails I hammer wrong. I am sure he'll like this more Than a present from a store. Then Dad bought some fancy wood When I asked him, though I'm sure If he's 'quisitive he could Guess I'm makin' furniture. If he does, I needn't care, For he'll never guess a @3chair!@1 And I went and bought a bitt— Makes holes any size I choose: Lots of fixin's come with it That I'm learnin' how to use. P'raps for Christmas time, next year, I could make a chiffonier. 'T won't be long before it's done, Now I've boughten tools enough; Buyin' cushions will be fun, And some paint and varnish stuff. He'll be deeply touched, I know, At my 'conomisin' so. |