When you've got to run through
Something wood, don't try to gun through--
Awl's the way.
You'll see your way clear through
As that instrument you steer through
All the way.

Awling through a fallen tree is
A task that requires zeal.
See through when you've reamed through; sleep is
What you reap after a cheap meal.

Then you start to dream; you
Get a woodie like a beam; you
Awl away
Through; your manhood's not sere,
Because in your dream's a hot dear,
Come what may.

In throes is your chode; you keep up,
And then your tool gives way.
You had your dream girl love you;
Into her arbor you shoved yew
All the way.