The Hobby Swapping Problem

It was a while ago but I used to make origami I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners Making everything from bengal tigresses to pale border collies Where you could pull their tails To make them flap their wings Or pinch their necks To make them roar with their complex anatomies But that came crashing down tragically when Well what happened is Or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident So I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit Transformed my legs and arms to armaments An armistice I forged between my mind and body Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and Blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of "I will block this kick" I fought and fought again, I'd always win Until one day I fought the wrong sensei And somehow lost to him And then I figured I could use a new hobby fast When I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast So I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two About building birdhouses And a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo And without nails or glue I built perfect-fit architecture With versatile sandalwood That even termites wouldn't dare to chew But the steel Industry is a different beast Their countless inner rings Of arsonists don't like and fear anything built with trees So I got into magic with simple tricks Or, illusions like how to make a yacht disappear Without sinking it I put live rounds inside a real gun For every bullet I'd catch And I sawed a lower limb Double amputee woman in half But when your transported man has to trap Some clones in tanks to drown They'll take you out Pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still I'm safe and sound! But, rules are rules so I was gone fishin' Threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it Got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast And caught the Loch ness Monster without my rod And then caught the Ogopogo with it I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl With evidence of kraken tentacles Adorning on our boat's hull We stumbled on a whaling operation So we thwarted them But let's just say my fishing boat'll Never be seaborne again So I got into miming "..." Then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing I'd showcase new material At sold out shows on the weekend Then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms In romcoms with a record box office streak But my private pilot had the last laugh When I cracked a joke and split his sides And we were forced to crash land So I took the plunge and tried out diving Took a stab at fencing Gave clay pigeon hunts a shot And then I tried to tackle wrestling Tried the chef thing But I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies So I've been thinking 'bout getting back into origami