We’ve
scanned the skies so much of late
Folks asked us did we want ‘em;
Although
it made us very wroth
We did not choose to taunt ‘em.
And
still we keep our eyes on high
No chide or chaff can daunt ‘em;
We’re
waiting patiently to see
A monoplane from Squantum.
Aug. 31, ‘10
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