He was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel,
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level,
He was straight as a chalk line and right as a rule,
He was square with the world,
He took good care of his tools.
This was taken during the first tour my house, before I’d decided to buy it. The previous man of the house was an accomplished carpenter and builder. He’d died years ago, but his tools still waited, untouched, by his workbench.
