The Blade And The Ax

On a bench, in Joe's little shed,

lying not too far apart,

were his ax and his switchblade,

having a quiet heart-to-heart.

"How small and weak you look,"

said the ax to the blade.

"You will never be able to do

those deeds for which I'm made."

"For it's me that Joe will use

to cut the boughs of trees.

You should see me at work sometime,

how I split a log with ease."

"A great help you are around

performing these hefty tasks,

but stuff I do for Joe, you can't,"

replied the blade to the ax.

"Would he ever count on you

to cut or strip a wire bare?

Try slicing open packages too.

I'd love to see just how you'd fare."

"We're designed in unique ways;

you're not superior as you claim."

The mighty ax and the nifty blade

needed by Joe all the same.

In the end, they both agreed

about their weaknesses and strengths.

Neither of them, they could see,

was truly a hundred percent.

From then on, they became pals,

got along and learned to relax.

Never again was there pride or strife

between the blade and the ax.