The Invention
(Tune: The Farmer In The Dell)

I had a genius kit,
Thought lots about it,
I laid the pieces side by side,
And examined them bit by bit.

A nut, a bolt, a screw,
A piece of wood too,
A leather scrap, some furry nap,
And a little bottle of glue.

A needle and some thread,
A nail without a head,
A piece of fire, a bit of wire,
And this is what I said:

“I don’t see how this mess,
Can really quite express,
My urge for building something grand,”
But now I must confess:

I sewed and nailed and glued,
Until the thing I viewed,
Was something grand, you understand,
A mechanical dog that mooed.