Through clear skies tracking lightly from far down the line

No fanfare, just a blip on the screen

No quick conclusions now-- everything will be fine

Short-circuit glitsch and not what it seems

Flyingdale flyer-- you're only half way there

Green screen liar-- for a second or so we were running scared



On late shift, feeling drowsy-- eyes glued to the display

Dead cert alert, lit match to the straw

One last quick game of bowls-- we can still win the day

Fail-safe; forget the thing that you saw



They checked the systems through and they read A- O.K.

Some tiny fuse has probably blown

Sit back; relax and soon it will just go away

Keep your hands off that red telephone