Fire in the Sky track 08. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs. Download the album here: https://archive.org/details/filk_fire... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: Some plans came down to the engineer With lines so fine and dimensions clear Showing gears and levers and angles and bends And inside-out widgets with chrome plated ends For a gadget to leave any craftsman dismayed And its heart was a part that just couldn't be made Well, the engineer sighed as he studied those plans And he read the demented designer's demands Then he called in his techs and he said to his crew: “This guy seems to think that there's jobs we can't do And parts we can't build—so let's give him a thrill. We'll build his machine and then send him the bill! “Now his tungsten we'll carve with a laser or two; We can hold it with magnets or vacuum or glue. His tapers we'll trim by computer control, Triangular bits will drill all his square holes. We'll put it together and try to stay calm Till we weld it all up with a small fission bomb. “Now this micro-inch finish won't cost him too much, So we'll plate it with platinum, seems a nice touch. But the tricky bits here are these spheres within spheres, The Klein bottle tanks, the irrational gears. The left-handed blivets I'll buy off the shelf, But I'd better sneak in and make this part myself.” The designer came down and his jaw it did drop At the thing sitting there on the floor of the shop The engineer grinned and he pointed with pride To the parts that were whirling and glowing inside For there's no job too tough and there's no job too queer For an MIT grad hyperspace engineer!