A Common Wood That's Me

The same as you I'm told I am a good carpenter 'What are you? ' A common wood that's me I am not any sacred sandalwood. But even so, it doesn't have a scratch on me. I may not cost a king's ransom But ah, how flexible is my ply, Ah, how many jobs I can do? I can build a boat for two And sail it and you to safety Sail to a new destination, A port of paradise with golden vistas plenty. I'm told I am a good carpenter 'What are you? ' I have tools to fashion your furnisher Just give me your dimensions. And I will save your sacred wood Burning to ashes, flames of a sacrificial fire. They might attend to you If you don't know who or what you are. A common wood that's me, that's too me The same as you But I might need to be re-hinged And here and there a few drops of glue. In a good carpenter's hand, I'm nothing new.