Screwdrivers, paperclips, scissors,
no more than a hand-reach away:
a highly efficient person
would build Rome in less than a day.
Their dreams become plans in a heartbeat;
they're a wonder in cyclones and wars;
they rush in and leave angels spinning;
they rule in the backseat of cars.
Without them, we'd not have the corkscrew
and still get our fire from rocks;
I'm grateful but don't want them near me
-- they'd make me stop wearing odd socks.