By Berton Braley

 Here we are, gentlemen; here's the whole gang of us,
 Pretty near through with the job we are on;
 Size up our work - it will give you the hang of us
 South to Balboa and north to Colon.
 Yes, the Canal is our letter of reference;
 Look at Culebra and glance at Gatun;
 What can we do for you - got any preference -
 Wireless to Saturn or bridge to the moon?

 Don't send us back to a life that is flat again,
 We who have shattered a continent's spine;
 Office work - Lord, but we couldn't do that again.
 Haven't you something that's more in our line?
 Got any river they say is uncrossable?
 Got any mountains that can't be cut through?
 We specialize in the wholly impossible,
 Doing things "nobody ever could do."
 Take a good look at the whole husky gang of us.
 Engineers, doctors and steam-shovel men;
 Taken together you'll find quite a few of us
 Soon to be ready for trouble again.
 Bronzed by the tropical sun that is blistery,
 Chockful of energy, vigor and tang,
 Trained by the task that's the biggest in history -
 Who has a job for this Panama Gang?

Printed in the Canal Record ... 1988

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