I just found this poem , its worth a read for engineers
ENGINEERING ANTHEM
(Sung to the tune of "John Brown’s Body")
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can, we can demolish forty beers.
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum with all of us,
For we don’t give a bugger for any old bugger that don’t give a bugger for us.
Godiva was lady who through Coventry did ride,
To show all the populace her lovely lily-white hide.
The only ones who noticed as she rode upon her horse,
Were a bleary-eyed surveyor, and an Engineer of course.
"I am tired and I am thirsty and I have travelled far,
So take me off my bloody horse and lead me to a bar",
The only ones who helped her down and helped her to a beer,
Were a bleary-eyed surveyor, and a drunken Engineer.
My father was a miner, way back in old Caloote,
My mother was a lady form a house of ill repute,
The very first words I heard them say when I began to hear,
Were, "Get out of here you drunken bum and be an Engineer."
Venus was a statue made entirely out of stone,
Not a fig leaf was upon her, she was naked as a bone,
On seeing that she had no arms, the Engineer discoursed,
"The damn thing’s faulty concrete, and should have been reinforced."
ENGINEERING ANTHEM
(Sung to the tune of "John Brown’s Body")
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Engineers,
We can, we can, we can, we can, we can demolish forty beers.
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum with all of us,
For we don’t give a bugger for any old bugger that don’t give a bugger for us.
Godiva was lady who through Coventry did ride,
To show all the populace her lovely lily-white hide.
The only ones who noticed as she rode upon her horse,
Were a bleary-eyed surveyor, and an Engineer of course.
"I am tired and I am thirsty and I have travelled far,
So take me off my bloody horse and lead me to a bar",
The only ones who helped her down and helped her to a beer,
Were a bleary-eyed surveyor, and a drunken Engineer.
My father was a miner, way back in old Caloote,
My mother was a lady form a house of ill repute,
The very first words I heard them say when I began to hear,
Were, "Get out of here you drunken bum and be an Engineer."
Venus was a statue made entirely out of stone,
Not a fig leaf was upon her, she was naked as a bone,
On seeing that she had no arms, the Engineer discoursed,
"The damn thing’s faulty concrete, and should have been reinforced."
