I am a tinker of bells
Which I fix with quick experience
I am a digger of wells
Which I dig deeply, to please

I am a founder of thought
Which I spread with extra great care
For in every war that was fought
Thought has always been rare

I am a whistler of winds
That blow all over the globe
I consider everyone's sins
Espreiauy the problems of Job

I am a maker of sounds
I laugh whenever I can
And I always fulfill my rounds
For I am the keeper of man