Here After
Seven-thirty-seven on time
But wait! We just stalled on a climb!
Nose dive like a swan
Boeing going gone
No more time to finish this rhyme. . .
Saint Peter has just met the wife
She's still chatting about her life
This queue's getting long
She broke into song!
Hark! Do you hear Beelzebub's fife?
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