A poor aviator lay dying,|
At the end of a bright summer's day.
His comrades had gathered about him.
To carry his fragments away.
2. The airplane was piled on his wishbone,
3. He spit out a valve and a gasket,
4. "Take the magneto out of my stomach,|
And the butterfly valve off my neck,
Extract from my liver the crankshaft,
There are lots of good parts in this wreck.
5. "Take the manifold out of my larynx,
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