The Greatest Construction Crew - SHAD

Now the first kid in the crew is called imagination

The team would have him stationed first to work on the aspirations

But with him it’s all about having patience

There’s no exact science to his magic making

But imagination’s still the world’s finest engineer

Who invents by merely paying no attention to his peers

Tends to veer from convention and has a penchant for beers

Brewed from sunsets he says he drinks until his senses clear

He’s Einstein brilliant, with skills to design building spines

No mind is equal, so he spends his time with children on site

He draws the blueprints to set the plan in motion

So you know 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 ‘til he hits the site

He often brings his 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

A foreman’s a born leader with a strong eye for detail

To some it’s surprising that the boss is a fe-male

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 it’s a song soliloquy or strong skyscraper

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

Is as small as a shape is, she’s as 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 it’s ready

See, intellect is mathematic, professional

And perpetually pragmatic, but skeptical

So she measures all the angles and checks the scales;

She makes plans, then makes plans for if the plan fails

She also oversees all the company’s construction

And when the team is finished there’s just one more part;

A specialist to make the creation a real piece of art

Now heart’s not a craftsman

But all the skill in the world adds up to just a fraction

Of the soul in his passion

He makes pieces long lastin'

Like intellect, he’s small and humble

But if he wasn’t involved it all would crumble

See, heart applies a polish that puts a special shine

On the work that intellect built

And the imagination designed

Plus, he also adds a touch of the divine

To protect from the grind of the elements over 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 that’ll blow your brain

Workin' through the setbacks

And when it’s done it’s just on to the next task