I
wish I had an aeroplane,
With long and silken wings;
With
steering wheel and motor real,
And little valves and springs.
Propeller
whirling bright and fast,
All ready for the fray;
An
airship great, right up to date,
I wish I had today.
The
tank chuck full of gasoline,
A blue and cloudless sky;
A
crowd to cheer, and drain my fear,
And watch me gaily fly.
O,
would I had an aeroplane
Such as I’ve mentioned here;
Ah!
It would be, kind friends for me,
My crowning time of year!
And
would I sail the heavens blue,
And cut a pigeon wing,
And
duck and swerve and rise and curve,
And all that sort of thing?
Not
on your life, I’d sell the boat
To some enthusing jake,
Then
I would drop my roller-top,
And my vacation take.
July 15, 1910
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