He lives down in his dirty hell
Like a demon sunk in sin
He fights the heap with tool and claw
with wire and dollar gin.
His hands are marked with honest toil
His fingernails with grime
The engineers a hardy bloke
While he is in his prime
The skipper bold may stave the ship
Upon some well known rock
The engineer will pump her out
And plug her with a sock.
Hell keep her dirty hulk afloat
And damn her deep to hell
But the engineer will do his job
And always do it well.
Now Larry OConnor, you big baboon
You claim to be a poet
Your rhymes are worse than I can tell
To read them is to know it
So heres a tune for the engineer
And I think that Ive done it well
If you like my tune well have a drink
If you dont, just go to hell.
Photograph by L. Ron Hubbard
(Larry OConnor far right), 1940