AircrewOh to be Aircrew, oh what fun
just wander about, top button undone
shoes in a state, never a clean
issued with a uniform, that’s never seen.
Hands in pockets, shuffle around
chin on chest, eyes to the ground
hat on back of the head, as always worn
seat of flying suit, as ever torn.
Sit in the crewroom all day long
always right, never wrong
when on duty, can’t be found
except at beer calls, when always around.
An asset to the service, makes you feel proud
stands shoulder above those in a crowd,
is said to have a high I.Q.
but I know better and so do you….
Copyright © Mike Hillier 1990 to 2000