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