D.I.Y.

 

Leave all time behind

No more worries on your mind

When it’s nesting in your head

Draw some plans instead

Just don’t be a fool

Grab a rusty tool

Don’t let it pull you back

The door is open; enter shack

 

That’s why I love my D.I.Y.

I love my D.I.Y. that’s why

If you need some healing

Go give it a try

Gotta love the D.I.Y.

 

Wood, concrete, soil

Bring it all to a boil

Hammer, sand and drill

In old clothes you can spill

Don’t mind a spot or two

It’s just what I do

No one feels the guild

These hands are proud to build

 

Why don’t you do it

Why don’t you do it yourself

And throw it all off the shelf