Flying Florence Poem by George Hunter

On the twenty-seventh of September in two oh oh eight
I made up my mind to tempt my fate.
I had a chance to go, if I flew
To Wash. D.C. with a World War crew.
Everything was going to be free
But that's not what was worrying me,
It's that flying is not my cup of tea.
Got on board, buckled up in my seat
Was going to try to enjoy this flying treat.
Had a smooth takeoff and then we flew
Above the clouds into the blue.
Looked out the window, thought to calm my fear
But I had only one thought, What am I doing up here? !
If God had wanted us to leave the earth
He would have given us wings on the day of our birth.
I knew better than that, but those thoughts arise
When you're halfway to heaven in these blue skies,
‘Cause I'm not all that keen about flying
As there must be easier ways of dying,
I think I'd rather go instead
Back on the earth in my comfortable bed.
But everything turned out O.K.
And I had a nice trip and enjoyed my stay
And managed to live another day.
I really liked the fraternity
But didn't like to get that close to eternity.
Got back alright all safe and sound
But I really wanted to kiss the ground.
Looking back I guess it wasn't so tough
But I'm getting way too old for this flying stuff!