A boy was talking to his dad.

"Who made me?" inquired the lad.

"Was I made from sticks and stones?

Did fairy dust construct my bones?

Did I come in powder form?

Or did the stork bring me, still warm?

Was I found beneath a tree-

Did I crawl out from the sea?

Or did my parts come from a kit.

To be assembled bit by bit?"

"Oh no," his dad laughed, "nothing doing.

Although there was a lot of screwing!"