This, an historical story Bits of which, might ring a bell Of a well famous engineer feller Called Isambard Kingdom Brunel. As a child he were awfully clever By the time this young lad had reached eight Given tough geometrical problems The answers he'd soon calculate. He drove his mum barmy at mealtimes By sculpting his mash into ships Tunnelling through his potatoes Or building a bridge wi' his chips. Izzy clearly was showing potential But 'is parents left nothing to chance For exceptionally good qualifications He were sent to a Uni' in France. For his first job he worked wi' his father Ambitious their mission and aims Folk commented,"This can't be done Tunnellin' through 'mud under 'Thames." "Something just snapped,"foreman shouted Dirty water came flooderin' in Leaving many poor kids wi' no parents And mothers wi' no next of kin. It took them a couple of weeks like To clear up the mess wi' some mops Then Izz took a look at the problem Said 'workers,"Lad's brain nivver stops." 'Fuffle valve in the wotsit 'ad jammed Causing 'shank shaft on 'giggler to shake Which led to a build up of pressure And the thingummy bobby to break. Izzy soon 'ad the thingummy mended By binding it up wi' duct tape WD40 was sprayed on the giggler And everything functioned ship-shape. Next job were the Great Western Railway From London right through to welsh Wales Something's just snapped said 'same foreman As carriages slid from their rails. This time it were 'multiplicator On 'camshaft 'ad had too much choke Bending 'needle in 'oojamaflip thing Meaning 'silly mid-on rod 'ad broke. Izzy sorted the problem right sharpish Getting hands and face covered in grime Though long before great British Railways His engines were seldom on time. Clever Izzy designed several projects At a work rate that could not be capped And always wi' duct tape kept 'andy As precaution, least something else snapped. When his ship the Great Britain were finished He became a celebrity star Sporting dirty great mutton chop sideburns And a big fat Havana cigar. Izzy'd taken to carrying a knapsack To keep all his bits an' his bobs Screwdrivers an' spanners an' duct tape An emergency repair kit for knobs. Izzy's photo were always in 'papers Not Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram His missus did not like the coverage "That bag makes you look like your mam." "I've made you a titfer," she told him "You resemble an aristocrat." Mr Brunel were 'ighly delighted "Now that's what I call a top 'at." The chapeau were all he could wish for No need any more, for his sack He could fill it with all sorts of gubbin's And still 'ave some room for a snack. So, wi' Clifton Bridge under construction When something just snapped once again He'd fish in the 'at for the answer This Brit with his ginormous brain. Then, when the problem were sorted He'd dig in his 'at, as you do Bring out a pork pie, or a sarnie And an 'ot flask of strong Yorkshire brew.