Dying Pilot Beside a New Guinea Waterfall One bright and sunny day Beside his shattered P-51 A young pursuiter lay. His parachute hung from a nearby tree He was not yet quite dead So listen to the very last words The young pursuiter said: "Oh! l'm going to a better land Where everything is right Where whisky grows on telegraph poles Play poker every night. We haven't got a thing to do But sit around and sing Where all our crews are women Oh! Death where is thy sting?" Oh death where is thy sting - aling - aling? Oh death where is thy sting - aling - aling? The bells of Hell will ring - aling - aling For you but not for me! Note: parody of the Dying Hobo (See DYINHOBO) from There I was...Flat on my Back, Stevens DT #644 RG
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