The Beautiful Blue Iron Bird
This faithful, sturdy, bent wing bird,
Two wars it saw me through.
It brought me safely back to land
Each mission that I flew.
Sixty five years have now elapsed
Since first I flew this plane,
And even after all these years,
Old memories do not wane.
Time and attrition have taken a toll
On comrades with whom I once flew,
But I cherish the moments together we shared
I neer shall forget those I knew.
A few of the planes can be seen in museums,
But the number remaining is small.
Yet nostalgia for those who flew the iron bird
Will flow in the veins of them all.