THE ENGINEER AND THE MATE AT THE PEARLY GATES
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 secret judgement book
Then looking up he said so clear
I’ll now pass judgement 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 off hell
The Engineer passed through the gates
Saint Peter then turned unto the Mate
You’ve filled your lungs with cool clean air
You’ve known the breezes and the sun up there
Pushing a pencil, you’ve travelled 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!