I’m all made of hinges, ’cause ev’rything bends
From 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
Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, b. 1924
© 1953, © renewed 1981, Aileen Fisher. From Up the Windy Hill. Abelard, N.Y. Used by permission. This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use.