This one is called " Tiger Moth"
TIGER. MOTH.
The engine starts with a splutter and cough,
Give more revs and we taxi along, tail comes up as our speed grows,
Ease back the stick, then up she goes!!
Borne high on wings , made of sticks and cloth !
How l love flying my tiger moth !
Sputtering along as the clouds go by,
Oh what joy it is to fly,
Soaring high amongst the clouds,
How nice to be far from those earthbound crowds ?
Check the fuel now, and its geeting low,
Its high time now for us to go !!
So reduce the revs and add a little flap,
A a little left rudder, and we circle around,
Searching for our place on the ground ?
Drifting in gently, over the trees,
As if floating in a summer breeze,
The wheels touch down with hardly a bump,
Release our belts and down we jump,
Our trip is over as we walk away
And we live to fly another day !!
Ditty for Spitty!
By Donkeyman 😁😁😁
