Somewhere in far off China
There's a factory with a beadle
Whose job is to defend
The man who makes sewing needles
Those litle sewing needles
With the tiny eye
Too small for anyone to thread
God alone knows why
One day I'll write a letter
Explaining my complaint
Or maybe I'll do better
In person with poisoned paint
I'll shout and rant, in English
Make holes big enough for thread!
Chase him with sewing scissors
Until one of us is dead.
I think I'll write to someone
About the Nobel prize
It should go to someone
Who makes needles with big eyes
Maybe we'll run all day
Maybe we'll run all night
Or another twenty years
Until we prove who's right.
And I'll go down in history
As pioneering, wise
The courageous sewer
Who fought for bigger eyes.
Maybe I made a mistake
Disregard what I said
Another's worse, or equally bad
Blame the maker of the thread
But I should end positive
Sewers please take heed, all
Who should win the nobel prize
The make of the self-threading needle
Self threading needle. Photo by Angela Lansbury
It solves all the problems
It sets the world to right
I found one, lost in my sewing box
My day's now filled with delight.
-ends-
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