Текст: Shad. The Greatest Construction Crew.

Now the first kid in the crew
Is called imagination
The team without him stationed
First to work on the aspiration
But with him it's all about having patience
There's no exact science to his magic making
But imaginations still the worlds finest engineer
Who invents by merely paying no attention to his peers
Tends to veer from convention
And has a pension for beers
Brewed from sunsets
He says he drink until his senses clear
He's Einstein brilliant
With skills to design buildings
No mind is equal so he spends his time with children on sight
He draws the blueprint that sets the plan in motion
So you know that he always takes his time to create designs
Imagination works without tools or drills
He's not trained and never went to school for skills
Still nothing starts till he hits the site
He often brings the sketches to the foreman
In the middle of the night
Then he heads home til the next project starts
Leaving the boss to put together all the parts

Foremans a born leader with a strong eye for detail
To some it's surprising that the boss is a female
But more remarkable is how she starts to go
Once the plans are drawn
Assembling the squad and supplies so the job doesn't die on paper
Whether its a song
Soliloquay
Or a tall sky scraper
Her name is intellect but her friends call her mental
Just for short and for jokes and though
She boasts all the credentials
Most incredible of all of her traits is
That as small as a shape is
She's strong as an ape is
She even does most of the work
All on her own
Carrying bricks and stones
But its tricks don't check it
Sis applies physics if the load is heavy
And she always goes slow and steady until she knows its ready
See intellect is mathematic
Professional
And perpetual pragmatic
But skeptical
So she measures all the angles and
Checks the scales
She makes plans then makes plans for if the plans fail
She also oversees all the companies construction
And when the teams finished
There's just one more part
A specialist to make the creation a real piece of art

Now hearts not a crass pin
But all the skill in the world
Adds up to just a fraction of his soul and passion
He makes pieces long lasting
Like intellect hes small and humble
But if he wasn't involved
It would all crumble you see
Heart applies a polish that
Puts a special shine on the work intellect build and
Imagination designed
Plus he also adds a touch of the divine
To protect from the blind
And the elements all the time
Without him great pieces often go to waste
And he makes the less refined unique in every case
He'll work through all conditions
Even in snow and rain
Somehow pushing himself through the coldest days
Covered in cuts and scratches
With no complaints and Novocaine
Just a threshold for pain
It'll blow your brain working through the set backs and when it's done it's Just on to the next task