My Tool - Poem by Carol Barry

I have this little gizmo
I know it's awfully cool

I'm not sure what it's really called
So, I think I'll call it "TOOL"

I love the way it scrapes the ground
And makes the soil look new

Thus, I think I'll carry it all around
Because, having it is therapy, too

It pulls the weeds and as I work
It makes my labor lighter

Because if there are big tough weeds
My "TOOL" is my little fighter

I love the way it eases my labor
As I get near into the soil

I adore this "TOOL" ever so much
Because it lightens my toil

So, you see, as I said before
I think I'll carry this "baby"

And if you ask to borrow my "TOOL"
I might...just might...say maybe.

(OK. I think the tool is one of those 3 prong trowels?)