...and reasons to land properly...all in one beautiful piece.

I BELIEVE its sung to the words of "We Plough the Fields and Sca-tter, the good seeed on the land"

Its by Jack Ashford.

*cough* *clears throat*


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THE FITTER'S LAMENT, by Jack Ashford

They Plough the 'drome and scatter
The Hurricanes all around
"Well what the hell's the matter
If I came in too near the ground?"
Then comes the flight Mechanic
Upon the scene to mourn
And to him says the dimwit
"I didn't hear the horn!"
A spot of work, and out she goes,
I hope we'll pack up now,
Another bastard's on his nose-
Why did I leave the plough!!
So out again with lots of rope,
(We'd like to use it on the dope!)
We find him smoking "Players Please"
As we wade in mud up to our knees.
A still small voice within us sings,
If only we could have your wings,
And you the spanners, drivers, screw-
We'd see that you had lots to do.
Dear Lord, who gives the angels wings-
We pray you so to order things
That wingless creatures like the erk
Shall not be done to death with work.

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and read this little bit and make sure you've got an accent on!

Do unto the other feller, the way he'd like to do unto you......

and do it fust.


S! Pilots....but remember your ground crews....