Airshipping

When the weather is fair airshipping is fine,

     We sail like a lark in the sky;

We fly o’er the hills with         thrills,

     And bid the old earth good bye.

When the weather is fair airshipping is great,

     Flying o’er the cloudland stream,

But alas! When it blows, and it rains and snows,

     Airshipping is not all a dream.

When the wind runs wild o’er the cloudland sea,

     And the cloud waves dance and break,

Then the airship rolls with its helpless souls

     Like a straw in the tempest’s wake.

With the thunder’s roar, and the lightning’s flash,

     And the skies gale-rent and dun,

When the shoals are near and breakers appear,

     Then airshipping is dangerous fun.

It is as we sail life’s journey through,

     Whether at sea or ashore;

When the wind is fair and we have cash to spare

     The journey is gay galore.

But when things go wrong and the skies are dark,

     And we have to stem the stream,

And the motors won’t go in the teeth of the blow,

     Then airshipping’s not all a dream.

June 29, ‘10