Point Grey Crane Come Back Again

In an AI world it’s the heart and soul that counts,  that does the heavy emotional lifting And that’s the gifting I’d had a sense one day we’d find a strain  In reassembling the disseminated bits of our old crane Long live the Point Grey crane Cause rebuilding it here  Is nowhere near as insane As Lorne without a pier  And that’s never on the cards  Say it will never never never be The pier and crane are tied in history Yet what exists still  Are the oodles and oodles of images  So much so we can get our fill Of the beauty the majesty and the history  Of not one but two working cranes  Long live the Point Grey crane Cause rebuilding it here  Is nowhere near as insane As Lorne without a pier  And that’s never on the cards  Say it will never never never be The pier and crane are tied in history So a recreation Is not a deviation  It’s an honouring  And an outpouring Of all the point grey love  When we look down from up above There’ll be something instantly recognisable  Not dominating yet harmonising and sizeable  Long live the Point Grey crane Cause rebuilding it here  Is nowhere near as insane As Lorne without a pier  And that’s never on the cards  Say it will never never never be The pier and crane are tied in history Tied in history Rebuilding a crane is meant to be However Whatever Just let it be back again one more A crane guilding the point grey foreshore Somehow we’ll do it Might even get the best sculptor we know Someone capable of all kinds of possibilities Even iron trees Coz this crane is dear to all our hearts Serious wisdom it imparts Long live the Point Grey crane Cause rebuilding it here  Is nowhere near as insane As Lorne without a pier  And that’s never on the cards  Say it will never never never be The pier and crane are tied in history