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Ode: To the Engineer

May 4, 2011

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.”

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