"I am the man who arranges the blocks

That descend upon me from up above

They come down and I spin them around

Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove

Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine

And the lines will be formed as they fall

Then I see that I have misjudged it!

I should not have nudged it after all

Can I have a long one please?

Why must these infernal blocks tease?"