THE ENGINEER AND THE MATE AT THE PEARLY GATE :
OIL SOAKED SHOES ALL COVERED WITH GRIME;
POLISHED SHOES WITH A BRILLIANT SHINE;
SWEATED CLOTHES ALL STAINED WITH GREASE;
SHIRT AND TIE AND PANTS WELL CREASED;
OILY, SCARRED AND CALLOUSED HANDS;
MANICURED FINGERS, LOOKING GRAND;
THUS THEY APPROACHED THE PEARLY GATES,
THE ENGINEER, AND THE MATE;
SAINT PETER GAZED AT THIS STRANGE SIGHT;
HE KNEW ONE WAS WRONG, AND THE OTHER WAS RIGHT;
TO BE SURE, HE THEN DID LOOK,
IN HIS GIGANTIC JUDGMENT BOOK;
THEN LOOKING UP HE SAID SO CLEAR,
I'LL NOW PASS JUDGMENT ON THE ENGINEER;
YOU'VE SWEATED BLOOD, YOU'VE BREATHED SOME GAS;
THE SCARS AND BRUISES AND BURNS STILL LAST;
SO COME MY SON AND TAKE YOUR PLACE,
LIKE A KING, IN ALL HIS GRACE;
MY SON YOU'VE STOOD IT VERY WELL,
YOU'VE SURELY HAD YOUR SHARE OF HELL;
THE ENGINEER PASSED THROUGH THE PEARLY GATES.
ST. PETER THEN TURNED UNTO THE MATE;
YOU'VE FILLED YOU LUNGS WITH COOL, CLEAN AIR,
YOU'VE KNOWN THE BREEZES AND THE SUN UP THERE;
PUSHING A PENCIL, YOU'VE TRAVELED IN CLASS,
YOU'VE BEEN A PASSENGER BEFORE THE MAST;
THERE IS NO QUESTION, YES OR NO,
NOW IT'S YOUR TURN TO GO BELOW!
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