A Locksmith
His office is a truck or van, And there he hides his master plan. For he has secret tools of the trade, To help with the messes that we've made.
There isn't much that he can't fix, with drills and blades and files and picks. With bolts and tumblers, pins and cams, He gets us out of awful jams.
He knows what locks are all about, and lets us in or gets us out. He has a helper he calls "Slim", whose name I think is really "Jim".
He keeps away-unwanted guests, from homes and safes and shops and chests. If there's a need to be set free, He is the man who holds the key.
Larry Howland, Author
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