There was trouble in the tool bag
The spanner had been called a fag
The level had started to brag
He had seen him dressed in drag

This was brought to the attention of the saw
For he was in charge of the law
I’ve always looked at you in awe
But this really is the last straw

In my defence said the spanner
As he started to speak in a stammer
I was looking for a little glamour
Don’t throw me in the slammer

Look said the drill in a shrill
I think he was seeking a thrill
I liked that dress with a frill
He was only showing free will

I think its vile said the file
I’m glad its been brought to trial
It may have been more worthwhile
If you had worn a much better style

You are all a bunch of liars
Came a loud shout from the pliers
Its obvious what he requires
Much better clothing suppliers

I’d like to talk said the square
I think you are all being unfair
The spanner and I are a pair
We’ve been secretly having an affair

Look said the saw, you're both jokes
This shouldn’t happen to blokes
I think you’re trying to provoke
And I have to say I feel choked

But lets all stop being jerks
In your minds, I know not what lurks
But as tools, we all have our quirks
So I’ll allow it as one of your perks.