Flight of the Fokkers

[An old joke from longer ago than I care to believe] The wizened war vet raised his fist in distress Them Fokkers, he said, they kept coming Each Fokker that came was as bad as the rest The sky, full of Fokkers, was humming First there’s one Fokker and then one more Fokker Them Fokkers was everywhere But one silly Fokker met Davy Jones locker And crashed in the sea over there The reporter then turned to the viewers And fearing foul language complaints Advised them that ‘Fokker’ ain't swearing The Fokker’s were old fighter planes And Fokkers like every old war plane We’re flown by the pilots own wits The vet said a Fokker was as you explain But them Fokkers was Meschersmidts