We have wood that has been nailed together by the hand of many a man;
It gives shape to our dream of a building big on our little land;
But it resembles that of pick up sticks;
We can't help to keep looking at it just for kicks;
Seems the supervisor was telling us the truth;
Now its our turn to give you the proof;
Through it though the breeze can still flow;
As you can see in the pictures below.