In a workshop filled with cheer,
Lived a nail, so small, yet dear.
With a gleam upon its head,
It longed to see the world ahead.
Nail, nail, shiny and bright,
In the workshop's golden light.
With each tap, you sing your song,
As you journey, brave and strong.
From the shelf to the table wide,
The little nail would gently glide.
With each step, it found its place,
In the maker's loving embrace.
Nail, nail, shiny and bright,
In the workshop's golden light.
With each tap, you sing your song,
As you journey, brave and strong.
But one day, the maker's hand,
Carried the nail to a distant land.
Through fields of green and rivers wide,
The little nail went for a ride.