Splinter-Free

Rubbingwood, the name we trust,

Carpentry's the game, buildin' durable and just.

Smoothin' out the grain, no splinter in sight,

Workin' with my hands, from dawn till night.

Got the saw and the hammer, ready for the task,

Measure twice, cut once, gotta make it last.

From the oak to the pine, I craft with pride,

In the workshop's glow, no splinter can hide.

Gentle strokes, perfection's in the detail,

Every joint tight, make sure it won't fail.

Knee-deep in sawdust, feel the passion ignite,

Rubbingwood's the name, doin' it right.

Rubbingwood, my craft, my ground,

Carpentry's my song, roots run deep round.

Smoothin' out the wood, keepin' it pristine,

Nobody likes a splinter, keep it clean.

Sand it soft, make it shine,

Every grain aligned.

Buildin' dreams, one piece at a time,

With skill and rhyme.

Rubbingwood, remember the name,

Master of the craft, playin' the game.

Keep it smooth, keep it tight,

Splinter-free, through day and night.