Written in the language of the hard hats and dedicated to each and every one of us who have endured this horrible ****** Winter weather*
Rain in gouts from June till now There's blue clay mud forever, Orange excavators ply With sturdy tracked endeavour. Lakes of water, turgid brown, Are Swirling with the flow Of four inch pumps in overdrive With ****** all to show.
Streaming rainfall day by day As dogged men press on To concrete saw and generator's Screaming, nearby song. Welders, under shelter, flash Their lurid silver light And ghosts of reinforcing bars Reflect like day is night.
Mightily the ironwork Descends by crane to trench And snaking snout of concrete pump Disgorge their load to bench The magic of the bentonite Performs it's subtle dance And the concrete locks for centuries As thunderous skies advance.
Knee deep in the morass With perplexed furrowed brow, An engineer is pondering A sticky problem he has now How to isolate contaminants From mud to water flow, How to guarantee the purity As seaward tonnes of it does go
And still the deluge thundered down Relentlessly it poured, Day to day and month by month Despite the plea's implored. Relentlessly the hard hats Bent their sodden backs to task And forged a mighty work of progress .... More than anyone could ask!
Amazing the endeavor, Just amazing how they work How men can face adversity And simply will not go beserk! How bounteous camaraderie Generates between ranks. When the hardship is shared And the boss smiles... thanks.
For the roof beams are settling And those deep holes begin The tunnel takes shape As slanting rain whistles in And the big trucks do loiter To idle there for a bit, As the loud water blasters Clear the clogged wheels of ****.
And the public all clamoured To wait and queue in the stall To watch and to witness A quite remarkable call. For the old Birdcage tavern On that grim cloudy day Promptly lifted her skirts And slowly scuttled away.
All the glue and epoxy And the rivers of nails, And concrete trucks queuing As the ******* flails. And steel by the megaton All rusted and twitched And worriers worrying Till the problems are fixed. And the augers are drilling In a great tandem arc And nobody knows Where the **** they can park!!!
Then the bright sunshine breaks And the smiles all appear And the work rate accellerates For the way is now is clear To inter that dear old Vic tunnel Down deep in the sod Then you'll hear us all chortle "We've ****** done it ...Thank God!"