Friday, January 21, 2011

A Song for Nervous Flyers

To be sung to the tune of "This Is My Father's World," about 30 seconds after take-off:

There is nothing I can do,
To keep this plane in air.
It's totally outside my hands.
It's pointless to give a care.

There's nothing I can do.
I could not make it fall.
E'en if I wanted it to crash,
There's nothing I can do.

1 comment:

JRS said...

There's nothing like the smell of jet fuel in the morning!