Up where the sky is really always blue
And gentle looking cotton-wool clouds sail,
A pilot of a jet turned to his crew
And said, "The engine's cut - out we must bail".
Ejector seats soon sent them high and clear,
The twisting, turning jet fell from the sky,
Each gave a thumbs-up and an unheard cheer,
Their parachutes flew open by and by -
Except for one. His safety catch was jammed.
They watched in horror as he helpless fell.
Their hearts broke as into the ground he slammed,
Their colleague whom they knew and loved so well.
But they knew then and know it still today -
His soul had taken wings and flown away.