Thunder and lightning. Enter three sisters, all RESNET-certified.
When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the drywall work is done,
When the zoning battle’s won.
The lawyers sure are having fun!
What’s the sign?
A Christmas wreath.
We shall meet there with Macbeth.
Where hast thou been, sister?
Smashing recessed cans.
Look what I have.
Show me, show me.
Here I have a thermostat,
With wi-fi, girls. This stat can chat.
A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Who are these workers,
So withered and so wild in their attire?
Speak, if you can: what are you?
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, ranch home developer!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Energy Star builder!
All hail, Macbeth! Thou shalt build a Passivhaus!
[To Macbeth]: Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?
[To the three sisters:] Strange women,
You greet my friend with several great predictions
Of rising skills and energy performance,
Foreseeing that he’ll build much tighter homes:
Point six air changes at 50 Pascals!
Could this be true? Forsooth, his homes are junk.
He seems befuddled now. Foretell some more:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor…