Soaring To Great Heights

I look up at them with a frightful awe of a stare How the, does a chunk of metal float up there? With a hundred or more people, it sails through the air. When I’m in one, my tongue is always spurting out a prayer My fingers become one with the chair And when I get out, I curse and swear They give me a hell of a scare So to you who are like me, I’d thought I’d make you aware These things can fall out of the sky, you beware So do take care And always remember, carry a change of underwear