Tinker Tom had a toolbelt, a magic toolbelt too, it loved to chatter, yap, and yap, 'bout all the things he'd do.

When Tom would tinker, fidget, fix, the tools would hum in tune, 'Clickety-clack! Tap and tack!' they'd sing from morn till noon.

One day, the wrench named Wally said, 'Let's make this place a blast!', so off they went, to fix, to mend, to make their fun last.

They fixed a leaky garden hose and patched a squeaky swing, 'Splish-splash, creak!,' and with a cheer, the park began to ring.

'Keep it up!' said Wally Wink, 'Let's find more fun to fix!', they mended fences, toys, and chairs with tappy-tappy clicks.

Out came the hammer, Hank, you see, his head was heavy, bright, 'Boom! Bam! Bing!' he'd clang and bang from morning until night.

Nails and screws all danced about, jumping with delight, 'We've fixed the town!' said everybody, 'Let's fix some more tonight!'

The moon arose, the stars did too, just like a silver spoon, 'We adore the work we've done, but now let's do it by the moon!'

In the twinkling twilight, shadows danced, tools took a bow and said, 'Tomorrow, we shall fix some more, after a night's sweet rest in bed.'

Tinker Tom and all his friends, they shared a bedtime treat, cookies, milk, and lots of laughs, their day had been so sweet.

Before he closed his sleepy eyes, Tom whispered to his belt, 'Thank you, friends, for all the fun, such joy I've never felt.'

And as he slumbered, dreams did come, of fixing with his crew, with Wally, Hank, and all the tools, crafting days anew.