Love, Poetry and Schrade knives do go together as seen in this very old song:
Boy:
I´ll give to you a paper of pins
and that´s the way my love begins
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry
If you´ll marry me.
Girl:
I wont accept your paper of pins
If that´s the way your love begins
and I wont marry, marry, marry, marry
I wont marry you.
Boy:
I´ll give to you a rocking chair
to sit in the garden and take fresh air
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry
If you´ll marry me.
Girl:
I wont accept your rocking chair
to sit in the garden and take fresh air
and I wont marry, marry, marry, marry
I wont marry you.
Boy:
I´ll give to you a golden ball
to roll from the kitchen to the hall
If you will marry, marry, marry marry
If you´ll marry me.
Girl:
I wont accept your golden ball
to roll from the kitchen to the hall
and I wont marry, marry, marry, marry
I wont marry you.
Boy:
I´ll give to you a knife of Schrade´s
with carbon blades and Delrin scales
If you will marry, marry, marry, marry
If you´ll marry me.
Girl:
If you give me a knife of Schrade´s
with carbon blades and Delrin scales
then I will marry, marry, marry, marry
I will marry you.