The Olden Days Drills
Boy it did the job too
The Olden Days Drills
No plugs, no leads, no charge in sight
just brute and bird from morn to night
he found a pecker, caged it tight
and used its beak to drill just right
No toolbox full of shiny steel
just bark and bone and one rough deal
he points, it pecks, the job gets done
primitive work, but oddly fun
Neighbours laugh, but he don’t care
it drills the hole, it gets him there
no sparks, no smoke, no noisy whine
just tap tap tap — the old design
Made by Black and Pecker, aye
before we knew what wires could buy
and in its way, it still beats hands
the cleverest tool in caveman lands
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