The Anti-Aviator

“You can’t fly high,” says Amos Green,

“In any kind uv air machine,

Without there’s danger uv a flop,

An’ then a long an’ sudden drop.

They’ve got ‘em down fine, I suppose,

Ez fur ez science knowledge goes,

But even now, I wouldn’t want

To take a modern airship jaunt;

The earth is good enough fur me,

An’ suits my notion to a T.

Can’t git me in no fly machine,

Not yit,” said neighbor Amos Green.

“It’s jest the same,” says Amos Green

“In other walks of life, I mean.

Them who fly high financial ways,

Way up beyond the poor man’s gaze,

When comes the time they take the flop

They git a most terrific drop;

An’ then the higher up they flit

The harder is the bump they git.

I’d rather sail close to the ground,

An’ keep on goin’ safe an’ sound.

No high falutin’ air machine,

Or other kinds,” says Amos Green.

Sept. 2, ‘10