I'm all made of hinges, 'cause ev'rything bendsFrom the top of my neck way down to my ends.I'm hinges in front, and I'm hinges in back;But I have to be hinges, or else I would crack!
Words: Aileen Fisher, 1906-2002Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, b. 1924(c) 1953, (c) renewed 1981, Aileen Fisher. From Up the Windy Hill. Abelard, N.Y. Used by permission.