At grandma's place on the farm,
I'd sit at the table and tinker with my Erector set—
With nuts and bolts, gears and girders, wheels and wires—
The best Christmas gift that any boy could ever receive
In the evening, after tinkering, I'd lie on the carpet in the living room
And watch The Wizard of Oz from a scratchy V.H.S. ca**ette tape—
The magic of Technicolor shining brightly from the worn-out electron guns
In my grandparents' console television—the ol' wooden cabinet cathode ray “b**b tube”