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.
Friday, January 21, 2011
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There's nothing like the smell of jet fuel in the morning!
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