In 1950 I was born September Third in Early Morn Without a Shop Nor yet a Tool Without no CAD I drew in Drool
With Lincoln Logs I built my First Construction Project What is Worse Is that I haven't gotten so much Better
I grew up both strong and tall Well, tall is true But strong is not But my good friends won't hold me to the letter
I turned into a Carpenter And studied much Geometry To cut my roof sticks up you see And make them fit just right
But that old thing just got so old And I grew tired of the cold And of the heat and rain That told me Get yerself a Shop
The Shop is my Familiar Place With all my Tools inside this Space I can forget the Old Rat Race And bring it to a Stop
My Son plays now with Lincoln Logs I have a Wife and Kids and Dogs I've no Complaints It seems just Right
Thus ends my tale This Birthday Night
Regards, Tom. Thomas J. Watson-Cabinetmaker Gulph Mills, Pennsylvania