My Handy Man

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Whoever said a good man was hard to find, Positively, absolutely sure was blind; I found the best that ever was, Here's just some of the things he does: He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle, Churns my butter, strokes my fiddle; My man is such a handy man! He threads my needle, creams my wheat, Heats my heater, chops my meat; My man is such a handy man! Don't care if you believe or not, He sure is good to have around; Why, when my furnace gets too hot, He's right there to turn my damper down! For everything he's got a scheme; You ought to see his new starter that he uses on my machine; My man is such a handy man! He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off the table, He feeds the horses in my stable; My man is such a handy man! He's God's gift! Sometimes he's up long before dawn, Busy trimming the rough edges off my lawn; Oooh, you can't get away from it! He's such a handy man! Never has a single thing to say, While he's working hard; I wish that you could see the way He handles my front yard! My ice don't get a chance to melt away, He sees that I get that old fresh piece every day; Lord, that man sure is such a handy man