About Tools

I like a knife that makes a good
Clean shaving when you whittle wood.
However sharp a knife may be,
It’s not a bit too sharp for me.
And if I cut myself somewhere,
I guess that is my own affair.

My mother says I take real pride
To have a thumb or finger tied
Up with a rag and piece of string,
And am as happy as a king.

I am not proud; but I would hate
For fear of pain to hesitate
At any job I had to do,
Although I cut myself in two.

The kind of tools they make for boys
Are nothing in the world but toys.

The kind of tools they make for men —
Of course, they cut you now and then.