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Dingbat

Aaaayeee!

I want to fly,

Like a dingbat 

in the sky!

 

Clear the tarmac, 

hold your hat!

He is going up again

Max the aerobat!

 

Kick the tyre,

Light up the fire

He’s a dingbat,

not a high-flier.

 

Clear the taxy track,

now no turning back!

Slowly gathering speed

watching angle of attack.

 

The ground is shaking

the noise is dying

Why on earth is he

crazy for flying?

 

He slams the throttles, 

leaves the brakes,

Just to see how much G

this airframe takes!

 

Stick in his gut, 

he pull up to stars,

Steep vertical climb 

Is he going to Mars?

 

He’ll zoom away

into the deep blue,

and dive down to paint 

vapour trails on you!

 

The tower yells, 

“maintain fifty feet!”

He\'s already inverted 

Hanging from his seat!

 

G-suit is hissing 

eyeballs are red,

push the nose up 

and roll out ahead!

 

He snaps to the left, 

his wicked fast roll,

Barrels in circles 

completely off control!

 

A loose gathering turn

Just enough to recoup!

Going in a wing over, 

for looping the loop.

 

Zero airspeed, 

the nose starts to freeze,

Dropping like a coconut 

caught in a breeze!

 

A rudder kick sideways.

stall turn in the sun,

Aaign with the verticle, 

boy this is fun!

 

Stall into a spin, 

going round and around,

humming sweet melodies 

heading for the ground!

 

Count every turn 

one, two, and three,

Careful enough to recover

When you see a tree!

 

Pull up, stomp the pedal, 

reverse into a slide.

A loop yaw and tumble,

Hell of a crazy ride!

 

Pull that stick backward 

horizon on the wingspan,

Half a loop and roll off

That\'s an Immelmann!

 

Dingbat in the cockpit, 

king of the flight,

Lighting up the radar 

with pure dynamite!

 

Fuel needle twitching 

right down to the rest,

Birds down below 

ducking for their nest!

 

Roll on downwind,

tight little break.

Tighter than the turn 

that an auto can make!

 

A razor-sharp circuit 

right onto the slot,

Gliding in spicy, 

smoking and hot!

 

Flaring it out 

with a rubbery squeal!

Wheels kiss the tarmac, 

smooth as an eel.

 

Rolls down the runway

popping up the chute,

He is giving you

a snappy salute!

 

When the sun shines,

Let\'s make all the hay.

Madmax wishes you

A Happy Air Force day!