Do not hate my epic poem about nails

for steel and iron is how we prevail

holding up houses far and wide

lasting from day, through the night

we're the pinnacle of toughness

rough, you can't get enough

as we hold planks against planks

we pull families together; our nail ranks 

watch over them as they give thanks

as they eat at the table

just saying, this is no fable

little nails hold up big dreams

and little people achieve great things

and just like nails, if they work together

amazement is what they can bring