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
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