No less than gladiators are we engineers
for we slug in the arena of semesters
few fly around the clouds of nine
but most on the mud of six shine.
The one night study is our shining armour
it glazes as its cleaned just the night before
weapons in the mid of the arena are a must
we have eyes and ears, them, we trust.
Practice for glory runs all through the year
few care, rest don’t, for they have no fear
practicals and internals they ask for us to gather
we do the same knowing brethren fights together.
Come the day of fight, everything is on bet
results are as grave a question as life or death
joyful D or the vicious F is the
question dear
But we don’t care, for we are ENGINEERS.
