A Trip to Bossieland

All aboard! We are off in our aeroplane,

     We will bid the old earth “good bye”,

We cannot stay here and suffer in vain

     While the farmers are keeping us dry.

We will up and away to the realms on high,

     From the sound of the smokeless fray;

All aboard! We are off for a rich supply

     From the cows of the Milky Way.

                                 April 30, ‘10