It cost me two bucks; wouldn’t pay no more
The handle is weathered and the horns are busted
The blade ain’t straight and it’s pretty well rusted
There’s a disk on the handle with a little brass seagull
Oops! My bad, it looks more like an eagle
The teeth are dull; some are big and some small
From their looks they were set with a splitting maul
There’s a thing near the end that a feller called a nib
He could be right, or he coulda told a fib
Don’t worry if you’re thinking that my saw sounds inferior
The storekeeper told me that it’s warranted superior
- Bob Summerfield
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