
Buffeted and Blasted
In a Thunderhead up High -
Wonder if our Fate
Will be to Live - or Maybe Die -
If our Fuselage will TEAR
And through Open Air we'll Fly -
Then a Giant Sunset Orange Cloud
Glows Hugely in the Sky!
We wail and howl a-plenty as we contemplate our fate
Are angels and some kinds of saint awaiting at the gate?
Can we start to pray or are we half-a-flight too late?
Then the air-hostess announces that it's fine - it's just Cloud Eight.
A twoo stowey, if a widdle bit exaggewated ...
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