The Four Year Old Boy

I am Will,
I construct,
Morning, noon and night.
I am Will.

I'll have your sticky tape,
glue,
card,
Every ball of string you have.

I make it high,
I add a lever,
The bucket will tip,
The water comes out.

If it falls,
I build again,
Tie the knot,
And this time I'll need the lining from the couch.

Mom, where are the scissors?
Snip, snip, snip.