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by Greg Barense
I remember the days when I was a kid.
Seems like playing sports was all I did.
Dad would come home as tough as granite.
Did he come from another planet?
Before you know, I was putting in time.
Working hard for only a dime.
My hands were callused and fingernails blue.
What have I gotten myself into?
Went to college and got quite smart.
Looked for a job to get a start.
The man wasn't hiring and who could blame him.
So I worked for Dad and started framing.
You work long hours when your a framer.
Your wife complains, can you really blame her?
Hardened to the elements without a care.
Except last night when I lost my teddy bear.
When lunch time comes we get our pails.
That's when everyone moves their tails.
At work were a religious bunch.
We might miss church but never lunch.
Building houses is quite a thrill.
Often seems like your going uphill.
Sometimes things are smooth and coasting.
When summer comes were often roasting.
Weather plays a major part.
To outguess it you must be smart.
Will it rain 1 hour, or all day come down?
Awh lets go home, we'll see you around.
When winter comes with chills of zero.
It's no time to be a hero.
With layers of clothes and gloves so thick.
Awh, what the heck, Il call in sick.
My grandfather and father knew what builders do.
Now my sons and I will build some to.
Work all day but not for HUD.
Must be sawdust in our blood.
We have trucks of red, blue, and green.
Also a bobcat that can really scream.
Power nails and saws a rippin.
I sometimes wish I was Scottie Pippin.
With our hands and fingers were quite clever.
Thou sometimes we'll catch a sliver.
With wood sticking out and finger a throbbin.
Is there a doctor in the house, were sobbin.
If your searching for an occupation.
One with comfort and accreditation.
If you want comfort and a job that's tame.
Don't get involved in this framing game.
The End
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