That so called kitchen was a fortress, I think
Against invaders of any ilk. Robbers or raiders
Would turn away from the work it would take to
Defeat the barriers. Thick doors, heavier timbers,
This tiny house was built to hold off all invaders.
Electric saws, claw hammers, every type of pry bar;
We used them all to get through the walls. O’ my back
When we are done, there will be not one without scars!
I must end, Supper now, then the sack, God Bless!
Another day, all are up bright and early, a minor
Correction here, up early but not so bright.
Yesterday was hard on muscle and the hands.
More hard work today, will we carry through to night.
Saws are buzzing, hammers flying, driving spikes.
Here is small talk but not much, catch a breath.
This band of workers can’t be beat, holy cow!
Kitchen framework is done, take five, right now!
Dad says to Bruce, can you give me a hand,
These timbers are too much for one to place alone
Sure dad; Bruce is happy to get off the roof, I know.
Every one is sore and weary, deep to the very bone.
Do you think we can do it dad, I’m asked; sure we can,
We will. I have a bit of doubt right now, I don’t know,
But we will give it a try. I’ve never worked with a better
Crew in all my life. I tell you all, you put on a show.