I saw the assemblage of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the aviator.
Now is just the thing,
To get me wondering if aviation was exciting.
Don’t believe that airplanes are extraordinary?
Airplanes are ordinary beyond belief.
Down, down, down into the darkness,
Gently they go – the unexceptional, the common, the run-of-the-mill.
Just like murders, is planes.
Do planes make you shiver?