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!"