I have a poem, I'll quote a verse, the rest of it in the spoiler
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the engineers
We can, we can, we can, we can demolish fourty beers
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum and come along with us
For we don't give a damn for any old man who don't give a damn for us
Godiva was a lady who through coventry did ride.
To show to all the villagers her lovely lilly white hide.
The most observant villager, an Engineer of course,
Was the only one that noticed that Godiva road a horse.
I've come a long, long way she said, and I will go as far,
With the man who takes me off this horse, and leads me to a bar.
The men who took her of her stead, and stood her to a beer,
Were a bleary-eyed Surveyor and a drunken Engineer.
My father was miner from the Northern Malamute,
My mother was mistress in a house of ill-repute,
They kicked me out at a tender age for drinking all their beer,
Saying get to Guelph, you Son Of a Bitch, and become an engineer.
My mother peddles opium, my father's on the dole,
My sister used to walk the streets, but now she's on parole,
My brother runs a restaurant with bedrooms in the rear,
But none of them will talk to me 'cause I'm an Engineer.
A maiden and an Engineer were sitting in a park,
The Engineeer was busy doing research after dark,
His scientific method was a marvel to observe,
While his right hand wrote the figures, his left hand traced the curves.
An Artsman and an Engineer once found a gallon can.
Said the Artsman, "Match me drink for drink and prove that you're a man."
They drank three drinks, the Artsman died, his face was turning green.
But the Engineer drank on and said, "It's only gasoline"!
The Army and the Navy boys set out to have some fun,
Down at the local tavern where the firely liquids run,
But all they found were empties, for the Engineers had come,
And traded in their instruments for gallon kegs of rum.
Now Venus is statue made entirely of stone,
There's not a fig leaf on her, she's as naked as a bone;
On noticing her arms were broke, an Engineer discoursed,
Of the course the damn thing's broke, it should be reinforced.
After reading Kama Sutra, they tried position number 9,
For proving masculinity, it truly was divine.
But then one day the girl rebelled and threw him on his rear,
For he was a feable Artsie and she an Engineer.
By now you've heard our story and you know we're Engineers,
Unlike the stupid Artsies, we will end up careers.
An engineer from U of Guelph earns roughly 60 G's,
And artsie with a Ph.D. will work at Mickey D's.