Ode to My Leatherman
Leatherman, Leatherman, where did you go?
This morning I held you and now you no-show,
Did anyone borrow you? Does anyone know?
If somebody stole you, to hell they will go.
Leatherman, Leatherman, where are you now?
I need you, I want you, I miss you, and how.
I miss the feel of your stainless blade steel
Your holder is empty, how sad now I feel
Somewhere on site, a Leatherman cries
For its owner to find where it silently lies,
Among good people who work side-by-side,
And hope they will never have to say their goodbyes
Leatherman, Leatherman Oh where did you go?
Senorita, Senorita, have you seen my Makita?