On an aeroplane I would be seated
My words surely bleated.
And strapped from head to lap,
Otherwise my demur would flap.
With my feet I’d make up fists
And get some straps for my wrists.
Because of the ground I’d not be parted,
But off from it I would be carted.
30,000 feet in the air
Where the eagles dare.
To do the loop the loop,
these tricks birds would stoop.
So with my nervous disposition.
I’d concentrate on my mission.
And hope to be back on the ground,
Where it is best, that I am found.