Ode: To the Engineer

Engineering.  The world’s second oldest profession.  And far less revered than the first.

 

Engineer, from where you come?

What thing you do like no other one

 

To do the feats we think to dare

To make this that with enough to spare

 

Your father Science and your mother Art

Things now together, but for you, remain apart

 

For the Engineer, no great monument, public love, or applause

For to bring about with economy, for utility, is his only cause

 

Oh noble Engineer, dare I say, if not your fruit unfold

I’d be naked in a field alone; hungry, wet and cold

 

“Doctor, this man here he engineers,” ’tis truth

Nay, “Professor, it is Engineer Hugo I introduce.”