Welcome to the Mad Carpenter Inn…
Once in the middle of Laramie, Wyoming
Stood a broken-down, shabby abode.
It was two stories high and had ugly blue paint,
In desperate need of repair.
It needed the patience of someone who cared;
Someone with a passion for wood.
A carpenter came with a truck full of tools
Who thought he could fix it up right.
He cut and he nailed, he hammered and sawed
Until he transformed the old house.
So after the passing of ten dusty years,
The carpenter came to believe
That others might like to enjoy all his work,
So he’s opened his dwelling to you.
The first sight you’ll see when you walk in the door
Is a room full of couches and chairs.
With hand-sculpted ceilings and handcrafted trim
It has period fancy and flair.
The kitchen invites you to dine and converse;
Where strangers can turn into friends.