The instructor said we'd better get back quick
I shouted back what's the big rush
If I'd had known I would have felt a bit sick
And probably in a bit of a flush
He took the controls and throttled back
The first time I'd seen him looked shocked
So I thought I'd give him bit of slack
'Cos on landing the propeller stopped
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