January 12th, 2008

Fighter Drawing

Biplane "Evermore"

Way out in big town airport, in hanger #4
Lived a lonely little biplane, his name was Evermore.
His working days were over, and no more did he sail,
Upon his wings, above the clouds, flying the U.S. Mail.

All the mighty jet planes looked down their nose at him.
They'd laugh and say, "I'm glad that we're not one of them."
And Evermore would shake away the teardrops from his wings,
And dream of days when he again could do heroic things.

Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane,
If they'd let you try, plane, biplane Evermore.

Then one day the fog and rain had closed the airport down,
And all the mighty jet planes were helpless on the ground,
When a call came to the airport, for a mercy flight.
Would be too late, they could not wait, someone must fly tonight.

Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane,
If they'd let you try, plane, biplane Evermore.

They rolled the little biplane out to runway #5.
And though he looked so small and weak, they knew he could survive.
And as he rose into the storm, the big jets hung their wings,
And hoped someday, like Evermore, to do heroic things.

Bye bye, biplane, once again a sky plane,
Now they let you try, plane, biplane Evermore.