ODE TO THE FIELD ENGINEER

When the earth was created, the power above
Gave each man a job to work and love.
He made doctors and lawyers and plumbers and then,
He made carpenters, singers and confidence men.
And when each had a job to work as he should,
The Lord looked them all over and saw it was good.

He then sat down and rest for a day,
When a horrible roar came to his way.
The Lord looked down and his eyes opened wide,
For a motley collections of burns stood outside.

"Oh! What they can want?" the Creator asked then
"Help us" they cried out, "find a job for us men,
We have no profession," thay said in dismay,
"And even the jails have turned us away".

Said the Lord, "I've seen many things without worth,
But here I find gathered the scum of the earth".
The Lord was perplexed, and then he was man,
For all the jobs, there were none to be had!

Than he spoke aloud in a deep, angry tone,
"Forever and ever you mongrels shall roam.
You shall freeze in the summer ans sweat when it's cold,
You shall work on equipment that's dirty and old,

You shall crawl under raised floors and there cables lay,
You shall called out at midnight and work through the day,
You shall work on all holidays and not make your worth,
You shall be blamed for all downtime that occur on the earth,

You shall watch all the glory go to software and sales,
You shall be blamed by them both if the system should fail,
You shall be paid nothing but sorrow and tears,
You shall ever be cursed and called FIELD ENGINEERS!"

(*ода сочинена не мной, но она так хорошо отображает действительность некоторых товарищей)