Oh, Saint Metzler, blessed father of hobby, deliver us wood, so that we may build.

You giveth not a dull knife, and carry not one. Blessed be and forgive our enemies, for they not know what they sell.

Deliver us from toys, and forgive those who mix dope and foam. Gaze down upon us with your reading glasses and show us the way.

We are your sheep, and the Earth is your beautiful HO scale train layout, as we are obedient conductors sounding the choo-choo.

Stike down upon those who buy ready-made, for that is no hobby. Your holiness grows with the mystery of your hobby. Blessed builder, reveal to us your hobby, for we not know what it is.

In your hobby we pray, Amen