The Dying Pilot



Beside a New Guinea Waterfall

One bright and sunny day

Beside his shattered P-51

A young pursuiter lay.



His parachute hung from a nearby tree

He was not yet quite dead

So listen to the very last words

The young pursuiter said:



"Oh! l'm going to a better land

Where everything is right

Where whisky grows on telegraph poles

Play poker every night.



We haven't got a thing to do

But sit around and sing

Where all our crews are women

Oh! Death where is thy sting?"



Oh death where is thy sting - aling - aling?

Oh death where is thy sting - aling - aling?

The bells of Hell will ring - aling - aling

For you but not for me!



Note: parody of the Dying Hobo (See DYINHOBO)

from There I was...Flat on my Back, Stevens

@war @air @dying @pilot

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