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!